My Burning Heart Novels & Stories

How are you not sure that he has gone and gotten engaged to the nubile that Carolyn talked about? I tried to shake my head, but it felt too heavy to even move. "He loves me." I mumbled and reached up instinctively, pressing the chip in my neck again. "He loves me." I repeated again. Another voice—closer now, clearer—filled my ears. I could make out the sound of footsteps crunching through the dried leaves in the forest. My heart raced as I shifted slightly to see who it was, but my vision started to get blurry, the world spinning uncontrollably this time.

My throat felt raw, and when I tried to speak up for myself, all that came out was a harsh cough. Brianna rushed in, crying her eyes out. She practically threw herself into Caleb's arms. "I just had another nightmare, Cay. I dreamed I was burning alive in the fire. I'm so scared…" Caleb's face, which had just started to soften, tightened again as soon as he heard her.

Half an hour later, Dennis sent a message that read, "Apologies, Derek. You were the one who suggested burning your wife alive to save us the trouble. You were too slow in withdrawing your men, and now she's nothing but ashes. "That being said, in view of the Church family's sincerity in giving us half your territory, I've instructed my men to wrap her up and return her to you for memory's sake." Not long after, a bag of ashes was sent to Derek. Along with it was my divorce agreement and recording pen. The recording pen contained audio of the words I had whispered to keep him conscious when I rescued him back then. Clutching the ashes, Derek laughed and wept like a man unhinged.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

On the couch, Rose writhed and squirmed her entire body in desperation while tearing her clothes off her body She didn't know why but her whole body was engulfed in some kind of unbearable hot flames "Ahh!, please, save.. hot!, I can't bear it!.. Ahh!," The pain of being jilted can only lead to another pain for life All Hearts!!

Without the pacemaker, I could only suck in huge lungfuls of breath to ease the discomfort in my heart. Sarah saw me trembling in pain. While crying, she ran out and said that she was going to get some medicine for me, even if it meant that she had to beg for it. Soon, Jody walked in. Her face was a little pale, but she was in good spirits. There was even a smugness in her eyes. She came up to my bed and suddenly puffed her chest out when she was near me. “Hey, Elena, hear that? Listen to how strong this heart beats.”

My whole body is on fire. I prayed this wouldn’t happen, but it's here because Theo refuses to mark me even though I have found him. I fall to the ground, pulling at my skin to stop the burning feeling. Everywhere is on fire—my arms, my legs, even my heart is burning. I scream as I feel the pain increase with each passing second. I’m being burnt alive.

Fireheart. I guess his heart burns with a smouldering fire, just like his gaze. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine and making my skin tingle with a mix of fear and excitement. I tried to look away, but his eyes held me captive, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

Something that keeps burning him. Caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, a sudden surge of heat courses through our intertwined hands. Unsure if it stems from anger, his touch grows increasingly warm, then hot—almost scorching. My expression shifts, and I attempt to wriggle free, but his grip tightens, refusing to release me. The burning sensation intensifies, and with each failed attempt to break free, I find myself longing for escape from his unyielding grasp. "Austin, my hand," I said still trying to tug my hand from his grip but he didn’t seem to hear what I said. "My hand, Austin, you’re hurting me."