Lock Your Heart Novels & Stories

Murder bled into my voice. "You think you can scare me?" Elena's smile turned vicious. "Isabella, you need to face reality. Damien loves you, but he needs excitement. A boring, old-fashioned woman like you can't hold him. This junk… it represents your pathetic, abandoned past…" Crash. It shattered on the marble floor. A hundred tiny pieces of my heart along with it. The music stopped. Just like my heart. I remembered being a little girl, my mother holding me, pointing to the Moretti family crest on the box. "Bella," she'd said, "remember, you are a Moretti. You never, ever lose your pride."

“You don’t get him. You don’t own what chooses.” The cold wall pulsed, pushing back with renewed strength. Kieran cried out, his body arching as the frame dragged him in another inch. “Kaia—” His breath hitched. “They’re at my chest. I can feel the hinge threading through my ribs. It’s trying to make my heart a lock.” Tears burned my eyes. “Then I’ll break the lock.” I reached for him again, not just with my hands, but with the pull inside my chest. The thread stretched between us, bright and painful, as if it were being drawn out of my very soul.

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

"I'll end things with Connor. Let's start over, okay? I can give up on the studio and everything else, too. I just want you back…" I simply stared at her impassively. "It's too late. I'm married. Please leave and don't bother us again. I've given you far too many chances, but you've never appreciated them. Now that I've started a new life for myself, I hope you can move on and take care of yourself, too." Alice gently squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring look. Natasha stared at our joined hands. The last flicker of hope in her eyes finally died out.

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

“And if that happens… I’ll lose you forever.” He gave a small, heartbreaking smile. “If I have to lose you, I’d rather it be for a little while.” Before I could speak, he raised his hand then plunged it straight into his own chest. I froze as he pulled out a still-beating, fiery red heart. Without hesitation, he pressed it into one of the locks on my door. A grotesque head sprouted from the lock, swallowed the heart whole, and let out a loud click. One lock undone.

She whispers sadly, and I turn her around to face me. I cup her face with my hands and gaze into her beautiful eyes, “It’s not a dream baby. I’m still madly in love with you.” I assure her, and she smiles. “Something happens to my heart when you say that.” She sighs contently, placing her hands on my chest. I reach down and lift her hand off my chest and bring her fingers to my lips. I kiss them and press them over my heart. I press my forehead to hers, “You’re locked away in my heart baby; there’s no getting you out of there now.” I tell her, solemnly.

“That alone should tell you how motivated I am tonight.” My cheeks warmed instantly. He placed the small key on my palm and curled my fingers over it. “Open it.” I inserted the key into the heart-shaped padlock and unlocked it while Reign guided my hand toward the bridge rail. Together we hooked it around one of the empty spaces between hundreds of other locks, and when it clicked shut, Reign’s larger hand slid over mine, covering it completely. “This stays here,” he murmured as he pressed the lock firmly into place, “until time and rust destroy the metal.”

I was surely posted to lose my temper and get angry at whoever tried to harm her like this, but I was happy as in this way she was in my arms this close to me when I could hear her fast heartbeat indicating she always feel something closer to me and I am now the only one who is going through all these emotional roller coasters on my own. "Then why are you acting like this when we are not in a real relationship?" She asked in an exceptionally low tone and wondered if she meant for me to hear that or if she was lost at the moment just like me. It was not only her heartbeat I felt as mine was also not coming anymore as my inner wolf was also able to feel the same feelings I was feeling right no

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai