My Burning Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

I whimper as the tears flow my inevitable doom approaching. “Put her out!” I feel the sharp prick before the burning liquid enters my heart and numbs my body. I jump bolt upright screaming and grasping my chest the burn still radiating throughout. I gasped for air as tears streamed down my face. I feel someone touch my back and scoot backward frantically. I fall to the ground and continue to scoot until I am backed into a corner. The stone is cool against my back but it does nothing to soothe the burning pain in my chest. I sob hysterically my entire body shaking as the burning radiates throughout me. My heart hurts in a way it never has before. It feels like someone is tearing it in half. I

“Hearteaters will never be brave to step out in Moonburn since they are only in power when they are near their creator.” Which was me, Eliane—my so-called mysterious other half by the way. I almost voiced it out if not for a ghastly grip that wrapped around my wrist. Eliane’s grip.

I rushed forward, trying desperately to stomp out the fire. But I was already dead. There was nothing I could do. I watched in despair as my three daughters were dragged into death by Ken's madness. Ken sat quietly on the floor, staring at the photo of us on his phone. The fire crept up their bodies. Pain twisted Bianca's face, and the girls' expressions were filled with agony. Ken kept smiling the whole time. The flames grew higher and higher. The three girls lost consciousness first. Soon, only Bianca and Ken were left awake.

The burning consumes me, the edges of my vision going black. 'Xavi-'

Instead, it was to honor my father's legacy. Before long, the Moretti family returned to its former glory. We became the strongest force in the underworld, and I was known as the coldest, most untouchable woman. The old me died in that fire, yet from its ashes, I rose anew. What the flames didn't consume was my heart. It still burned, but it would ache for no one ever again.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

I believed that if I loved him enough, I could slowly carve out a place in his heart. But when Shelby returned, I realized a painful truth. No matter how much I tried, Tucker's heart would never fully be mine. It happened one night. Drunk and confused, Tucker mistook me for Shelby. His fingers brushed my cheek gently. He whispered her name with a tenderness and longing he had never once shown me. I stood frozen. My eyes were locked on his. His gaze was distant, and a faint smile lingered on his lips. It was as if he were lost in the memory of the woman he truly desired.

Still touching. Still burning.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: MY BOO BY USHER IVARA'S POV: The fire won’t die. Not the one outside unfortunately. That one is already fading and has eaten down to embers and ash, but the one inside me. The one that won’t stop burning no matter how much I try to smother it. I’m pacing inside Ronan’s quarters, shaking, every nerve raw. My palms are black with soot, my throat still tastes like smoke and death. The walls feel too close. The air feels too thick.