My Heart Is Burning Novels & Stories

"Sir, done." "Fine, let's go!" Liam showed no expression, his heart was cold. He thought of his engaged girlfriend and the unborn child who had only been two months old when he couldn't help but explode with anger. I wish he could kill her with his own hands, the devil that kills two lives at once. Liam clenched his fist. Chatter.

The heat flooded from her core out to her limbs, then into her heart and mind. Facing the dark clouds, she collapsed on the ground again. Seconds later, her whole body seemed to be ignited in heat. The flute stone was also scalding hot on her skin. But she was too weak to even move an inch, much less take it out. Thorn’s face emerged in her mind. She yearned for him, and her body desperately desired him. Leila had no idea what was happening. She was scared to death and tried hard to stay awake, even though the pain she felt was beyond tolerable.

WTF! Crying out, Finn yelled, "What the hell! No! Come on, Billy. This can't be!" Billy placed his hand on Finn's shoulder and spoke again, "Finn, he didn't suffer as the bullet traveled right through his heart. It's not much consolation but it's something small." Finn cried for his best friend and felt like he was living out a nightmare. How the hell did this beautiful sunny day turn into hell wihtin just mere seconds?

I returned to my human form, the burning sensation becoming unbearable; it felt like every part of my body was on fire. My heart hurts; everything hurts. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat begin to escalate and the feeling of fear sweep in. The pain grew more and more, with my heart aching even more. Up to the point that I thought it was being hit with something hard, and I wanted nothing more than to rip my own heart out just to stop the pain. This was something I couldn’t explain, something I had never felt before.

I roared in extreme disappointment while crying my heart out. I suddenly felt an overwhelming energy from within me, causing me to transform into my passive-aggressive form. I felt the usual burning sensation of the insignia on my neck radiating to my chest. It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it is being torn apart—it feels like it is being cut open.

The sensation burning inside my body was like nothing I had ever felt before. At first, it was a flicker like a match striking in the dark. Then, suddenly, it roared into a firestorm. Heat shot through my veins, curling around my bones, and I could feel my own heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I opened my mouth to scream, but what came out was a broken sound part growl, part cry. “What’s happening to me?” I whispered hoarsely, my voice trembling. My knees buckled beneath me. My palms pressed hard against the ground, but it was like pressing against molten rock. Everything burned.

Malrik stood in front of me, silent for a long moment. His gaze traced the faint glow under my skin—my veins lit with a soft ruby pulse whenever my heartbeat jumped. He reached out and brushed one knuckle along my cheek. Barely a touch. Barely contact. But the sensation struck through me like a fuse sparking. “You’re burning,” he whispered. The words scraped something raw inside me. “I know.” “Does it hurt?” “Only when I try to stop it.” His jaw tightened. “Don’t stop it.”

"I won't hurt you, I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear!" "But you did!" I didn't know what I meant but I howled. My mind was vacant, but my heart seemed to remember it as it clamped. It was like it had thousands of needles nipping into it. It hurt and with each passing second, I felt like the breath in me was being knocked out as I gasped out loud. I brought my hand up to clutch my chest but it stopped midair as I realized it was burning; I Was Burning! "What's happening?!"

It felt like too much effort, what was happening to me? oh I pushed him aside and took the hit, why?, why did I do that, all I know was I couldn't stand there and see him hurt, I moved without thinking, it must be the mate bond Hot, I felt hot, like I was burning from the inside, it spread under my skin like molten glass, burning and tearing through every inch of me. Each heartbeat felt like a hammer, driving the pain deeper. Breathing became a battle, every inhale worse than the last, something warm touched my face. Once. Twice. Again. I couldn’t tell if it was a hand or a dream, the pain became unbearable and i felt my eyelids became heavy

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"