Locked Hearts Novels & Stories

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

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he planted a lingering kiss on my forehead, his thumb wiping the sad tears streaming on my cheeks. His right hand guided my left palm on his chest, just above his heart. The erratic beating of his heart was slamming against my palm, “do you feel that?” he whispered, “and that’s only for you. My heart belongs to you, fiore. I messed up big time, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I’m sorry for everything you heard and for the fucked up way I’ve been treating you. This should be done over romantic dinner, but that’s not me.” His left hand rested on the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his, our foreheads touching. “You are the only one who sees the good in me. Nothing in t

This necklace won’t fall from her neck easily unless a blade were around her neck that cut the lace. Water starts to drip from my eyes, this is my fault. If only I didn't tell her that thing yesterday then she's still here. I loved her for who she is, my love for her ever since we are still young was hidden until I started to hate her but no matter how I hate my love wins. I already love her before I found out that she is my mate, every word came from my mouth yesterday I wanted to take them back but I don't want her to become my mate. This is my fault and mom, if only she didn't criticize her telling me those hatred words then this won't happen, look what happened mom I lose my everything,

“Always.” They stepped forward, their joined hands pressing against the surface of the core. It was warm—alive—and in that instant, Lena saw everything. Every memory of the world, every secret, every heartbeat stored within the Heart’s endless code. And then, beneath it all, she saw a flicker of something human—fear. The Heart was afraid. “Adrian,” she whispered, realization dawning. “It’s not perfect. It’s still learning—it doesn’t understand loss.” He looked at her, understanding sparking. “Then let’s teach it.”

He looked at the pulsing gray heart suspended in the center of the chamber, his amber eyes reflecting the decay. "Mommy, the quiet uncles... they're inside the heart. They're making it beat. Make them stop. Please. I want the warm back." "We're going to end the song, Leo. Hold onto me," I rasped. My heart thrummed a frantic, syncopated rhythm against his chest, a pulse that Kael's soul surely felt through the metal.

He overheard our conversation and turned to look at us, his lips curling upward into a light smile that was as gentle as always. However, for some reason, I felt as though the gentleness was not directed toward me. "You're just too nervous," I said, holding Queenie's hands. "If it weren't for the rehearsals for the mating ceremony today, I probably wouldn't even have had my vows memorized yet." Yet, my wolf, Misty, agreed with Queenie instead, saying that I was far too laid-back. "That simply won't do!" Queenie said with a laugh. "This is a joint marriage between the Moonshine pack and the Shadow pack. It's going to be the mating ceremony of the century. How could you be so casual about it,

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

On those nights, he would hold little Starla in his arms, pointing at the falling stars, and say, “Starla, do you know? To me, you’re just like this meteor shower.” The winter air was freezing, but she nestled in his warm embrace, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “What does that mean?” “You’re the brightest star in my heart, just like the aurora—you bring me happiness.” That one sentence was engraved in Starla’s heart for ten whole years. But now… She turned to look at the empty villa, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.