My Burning Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

The way he carried weight with his words. But now… I couldn’t melt. I had to burn.

“I am right here in front of your eyes. No one did anything to me.” My heart is still thrashing in my chest. I press my ear against his chest. Fear returns to me in full swing as I cannot hear his heartbeat! I grab his shoulders like a madman. They are cold - like the dead. I tear away from the hug. My face contorts with horror. “Lorcan…your heart. It's not beating.” I wheeze. “Your body’s cold.” The memories of my dreams flash right in front of my eyes. “No, no…This can’t be. You-”

“ Why ...does... everyone...that I love....leave me? “Danielle then burst into tears. Seeing her filled with sadness and looking miserable, Anthony held her tightly in his arms. “ I'm here for you, Danielle. I'll make sure that you'll live a happy life.” Anthony whispered in her ears while brushing his hand on her long black silky hair. “ Tell me...why are...you...being ...nice ...to....me" Danielle spoke in like a drunkard does. She felt her body getting hot as she was being held by Anthony. Anthony stared at her flustered faced and he looked at her lips. A very unfamiliar feeling rushed into his body. Then his hand gently traced her nose and to her lips. Danielle felt something burning as

Charlotte faced the glowing heart ahead of her, only a little farther, but the path was harder, and it became more difficult to move with every step. "I love you, Rurik. Do you hear me? I love you!" She shouted the words into the blinding snow that tried to hide the heart from her. But she would not stopshe would never stop. She stretched her hand into the flames, curling her fingers around what looked like a giant ruby. Fire exploded around her, burning her hand, her body, her soul. It was killing her, she knew it. If she kept holding on, she would die.

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"

However, it is not the ache of the bruises well-made on my sides and belly that make me cry out, it is the burn on my chest that inflicts agony like nothing else. Unlike before I fell into my unconscious state, my body listens to me when I demand to sit up. I have to strain my back and muscles, the cracking of my joints meeting my ears as I bow my head. Dry blood, blisters, and the bright pink color of my flesh make me hiss, my sight falling on the well imprinted “X” burned over my heart. This isn’t real...

The onl‍y sound is the wind whistling through brok‌en steel. Finall‍y, he sighs. “If he’s‌ o⁠ut there, we’l‍l find him. But you can’t‍ burn yourself out waiti⁠ng.” I s⁠ha‌ke my head. “I’m not waiting.” My vo‍ice trembles. “I’m surviv‌in‍g. For him.” --- That nig‍ht, I dream of fire again. Bu⁠t thi⁠s ti‌me,‍ I see something‍ else—an⁠ ima⁠ge burned into my mind. Damon’s hand reaching for mine throu⁠gh smoke.‌ His voice echoing in the dis⁠t‍ance:

Us? I gasped suddenly, feeling the flame at the core of my chest, burning fiercely, spreading like wildfire within me. It felt like my soul itself was on fire. I could hear faint furious growls coming from within me. A consuming power pumping in my veins, The heat in my chest began to work its way to my throat and I felt the insane urge to scream. I felt the power at the tip of my tongue, and I couldn't fight it anymore. My lips parted, releasing a tortured scream.

And one thing I have realized and found out, My dead stone-cold heart is slowly melting. The iced metal barrier I have built around my heart is laggardly shattering without my permission. Whether I want it or not, the burning passion is flaring up vigoriously, evanescing the frail wall I've been considering as a sturdy one. Or maybe my heart wasn't really frozen at all. I just kept myself being hurt again so I decided to astray from everything. I decided to close all the doors so no one could intrude my life and leave me shattered.

I hated it. I hated that my heart still reached for warmth after being burned so many times. I walked toward