Lock Your Heart Novels & Stories

I look at him confused "If you put this on it stays on you cant get it off unless you use the key, it means your taken, no longer single" "Oh ok" i say and put the necklace on and lock the heart so it cant be opened Luke just sits and watches me "wheres the key?" I ask "In the box under the cushion " I pull out the key and see it has a heart shaped end so i hop off the bed and dig around in a jewelry box until i find what im after, Luke watches me attach the key to a gold chain and slide it over his head "what are you doing?" He asks frowning, "My heart, body and soul belong to you so surly you should hold the key".

“That’s why I’m taking it from you.” Lia’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. **The Heart.** She reached instinctively for the magic within her, the power still flickering beneath her skin. She didn’t want to fight—not like this, not against her own people, but she had no choice. **She had to protect the Heart.** “I won’t let you take it,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear coiling inside her. Garrett chuckled. “You don’t have a choice.”

Willing to stand at the center of a world of free hearts and know that not one of them is promised to her, that she may reach and be refused, that the person she loves most may, tomorrow, freely walk away. The lock is not strength, child. It is surrender. To end the age of the guaranteed heart, someone must first give up their own guarantee. The cold light held me. Are you willing to be unloved, Talitha? Because that, and nothing less, is what it costs to set them free.

Ethan dawdles ahead of him, basking in his what now has transformed into vanity, "The feature is still under development, it's a heartbeats calculator. According to resources, if a person's heartbeat is 83BMP or more than that, they may have fallen in love, is falling in love, or at least are starting to have intimate feelings…" In impression, a good one, the brunette's lips bow, "Woah!" "If the heartbeats are calculated correctly, the door will be locked itself, meaning…" "...the beginning of a blooming love story." The prison gate locks from outside.

“Alessandro Angelo...I am going to make you mine...I am going to breathe life into your cold heart and I will make you fall helplessly in love with me...just wait... I promise....” I stood and began to rack my head while pacing in my room. Now, what must I do first to soften his hard heart. One thing was however certain to me, he has feelings for me. A little of it now. Whatever it was but I see a bit of his likeness for me but how long will I let him like me that little? Who knows he might even begin to waver tomorrow. That is why I must step up and lock his heart with mine, in a way he will never be able to wriggle out even if he tried.

"You are and always will be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, I love you." ( the image of a golden pink heart) After reading it my hands started shaking and I dropped the card on the floor my heart started beating fast and I took in my hands my Florentine heart charm, which was the gift from that person I loved so much. "It can't be, this is not happening I am hallucinating, I am dreaming is this possible," I said out loud. When I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again in my life. "Hello, beautiful you missed me"...

He opened the box and stared at the black diamond expressionless , she began to worry that he didn't like it but her worries dispersed when he put the ring on and smiled at her happily " I guess this proves that I'm yours doesn't it " he said looking at her , putting the box into his desk drawer he stood up and walked to her before pulling her into his arms again , one hand on her waist and another running up and down her spine and suddenly Seraphina found it hard to breathe " You mentioned three reasons Seraphina but you haven't told me what the third one is " he said as he nibbled on her ear , silently returning the favor from earlier at that moment he used everything he had to resist to u

But he really wants to give them a piece of his own mind. "Irish? " Stupid wolves and their stupid scent. Irish looked up at Aaron who was looking down at her, their back facing his parents. " Let's get it done and over, Sweetheart. I am with you. " Aaron said and Irish eyes widen, but she knew they are a part of her life that needs a closure and she will give it a closure. Irish turned around slightly shaking, but Aaron was holding her tightly, silently spreading her pheromones around her, calming her down a little.

I shake Alison’s arm lightly without looking at her. “Who is that?” I ask. “Huh? I don’t know.” She says. I watched his fragile-looking fingers run through his guitar strings, and the sound it made completely silenced the crowd. Note: it silenced the loud-ass crowd. With one strum. “Woah.” I heard Alison mumble, as she held her arms, almost like embracing herself. I feel the same. My goosebumps and the pounding of my heart don’t lie. It sounded strong, yet gentle. Intimidating, yet pure. Just enough to get your attention.

I knew Mom would be here in a twinkle of an eye if I did. The call ended abruptly, and I tiptoed to the bed from underneath, drawing a 'Glock 17 Gen 5 Mos'. My heart stopped beating in that suspended moment, with the incandescent rays of the bulb above shining brightly from the revolver. My face furrowed into a deeper scowl as I held the gun behind my ass like the cops in TV shows. Despite the fact that I was armed, my heart rate increased, and I inhaled deeply, summoning the courage to confront who was on the other side of the door.