Romans & histoires Love By The Iron Fist

Vincent stepped forward with a little black box Inside lay two bands,his, heavy black diamonds,hers, white gold lined with blood-red rubies. Felix took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger, the metal closing around her like chains. She did the same, forcing his onto his hand. Their eyes never left each other’s ,two enemies circling, trapped in vows sharper than any blade. "You may kiss the bride." Felix cupped her face with a gentleness that felt almost like a lie. For a heartbeat, she saw past the ruthless boss,to the boy she once knew, the boy she had loved before blood and war burned it all away.

“They gave me zero details to work on. I have to act as a detective also and I am not getting paid enough for this shit. Tell them they either provide me with something solid or shut the fuck up.” Helene sighed exasperatedly. “I’m not telling them that. Just speed it up, okay?” Ilana didn’t bother replying as she disconnected the call. There was a message from an unknown number on her phone. She stared at the notification for a long second, a crease between her brows. Nobody should have this number. She opened the message. This is Steel Fist. We need to talk. Urgently. She blinked. That was her nickname for Vincent, a nickname he absolutely loathed. Why was he contacting her with the secret

After all the sacrifices I made with Ma so he could join the shadow infantry as one of the Alpha’s high soldiers? “No! Fuck you, Sir Ironside—” I so at acidly and he winced, his jaw tightening before he bowed and backed away from me, crossing his hands behind his back. “All I ever did was try and win your trust and yet you still haven't given a lick of thought to my feelings or considered me in anything!” I shouted, throwing one of the silk-cased pillows at him and hoping it hurt him hard enough to leave a dent in his skin. His lips firmed into a thin line as he took my insults one after another, only gripping my wrist when I charged at him, pounding my fists against his chest for what felt

“Oh, but she did. When she found out he cheated, she ended things immediately—didn’t even hesitate, even though my dad begged her not to. He told her it had been nothing, just a meaningless slip, that she was the only woman he had ever truly loved.” “So what? When she didn’t forgive him, he decided to ruin her marriage out of spite?” I snap, fury rising in my chest. “Did that so-called love give him the right to come between my parents and destroy the family we had?” “No,” he says bitterly. “He acted the same way I did. He and I… we’d rather make the woman who once loved us suffer than face the fact that she moved on and we no longer mean anything to her. Hurting her felt better than watchin

I could feel her breath, her heartbeat, and the way her mind was reaching out for mine, a soft, silver touch in the darkness of my exhaustion. ​Cassian, she whispered in the back of my brain. The iron… it is hollow. It has no soul for me to grab. ​I know, my love, I thought back, trying to send her a surge of my own remaining strength. But iron can melt. And we are the fire.

My hands blistered, but I didn't stop. Ruth watched from the car, her daughter asleep in her arms. Ten minutes. Twenty. The shovel struck something metal. I fell to my knees and brushed away the dirt. A small box. Iron. Rusted. Locked. Marcus handed me the photograph. "The key is in the image. The combination is her birthday." I looked at the lock. Three numbers. My mother's birthday. October 12. 10-1-2. The lock clicked open. Inside: a key. Small. Brass. Old. Just like the one that had burned in the fire.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

"You have a choice. Believe in yourself. If you love her, you fight for her." Xavier looked at his friend, the heavy realization finally settling into his bones. The wall he had built was gone. The denial was shattered. He loved her. He loved her so much it felt like his ribs were collapsing. "I will get her back," Xavier said, his voice hardening into a low, terrifying vow. "I will bring her back." He didn't wait for Elias to respond. He turned and sprinted toward the door, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm. He knew where she would go. He knew who her only ally was. He was going to Brooklyn.

She indicated I felt like slaughtering the fuck out of her, she’s such a bitch. "Oh Maria, it’s fine, I understand you love taking my leftovers, first Scott and now Kyle, seems like you never get tired of having my leftovers." I smiled. Her eyes filled with hatred, I know exactly what she’s thinking about right now, I hit her in the right place "But you know what Maria if you like, I will show you the way to make Kyle pleased, you know, his sex methods" I winked at her

I tried to think fast, I knew he was going to torment me with the iron rod in his hand but I also knew that wasn't the answer he wanted to hear so I remained silent, it was better not to reply than to piss him off. But I was wrong, that seemed to piss him off even more. "When I ask a question, you have no choice but to answer me!" He shouted as he placed the red hot iron on my thigh. I screamed in pain as the hot Iron pressed down hard on my flesh, melting it as it sank deep in my thigh. As he pulled out the iron, a piece of my flesh was caught in the sharp end of the rod. He inserted it back into the pot of coal.