My Heart No Longer Beats For You Novels & Stories

" I added. I lied to him and he seemed to be falling for it. What a fool. Why are human hearts so naive? We are friends now Stark, but wait till I trick you into falling in love with me. I may not know what love is, but I will know when you have fallen for me by the way you place me in your life. "That's sad, you know what? I want to tell you a secret about myself. " Yes. Of course. Go ahead." I said and paused, realizing that I had acted to desperate to know.

I cared for you, ever since I saw you, you became my heartbeat, and now that you're gone, my heart forgot it's beat. ---- This is the end of part one, the second part of the book will be uploaded soon after some days. Please support me as much as you can. I'd really appreciate it, and you guys mean the world to me <3 Okay, won't bore you more, I hope you liked the book so far. Thanks, V:)

“You ended things over nothing.” Abigail let out a small, shaky laugh. “And now I regret it. But I’m back, Adonis. I want you back. And I want her out of your life.” Zoe’s stomach twisted. Adonis let out a slow breath. “Abigail… it’s not that simple.” “Why not?” Abigail demanded. “You don’t even love her!” There was silence. Then, Adonis’s voice, steady and certain. “I don’t.” Zoe gripped the wall to steady herself.

"You can’t fix me.” “Too bad,” he shot back with a grin. “Life doesn’t give us the luxury of asking for anything.” I hated the way my heart skipped at his words. But I wasn’t going to admit it,though. I wasn't that stupid. And I was so damn sick of it. I shut my eyes and I tried to block the flood of emotions in my chest. “You don’t even know me.” His breath shuddered like he was fighting something. “You’re right. I don’t. But I do know what you’re running from.”

I tried to pull away but his fingers tightened around my arm and placed it over his chest. “My heart works, just as well as yours does. Those were your words...” His heart pounded underneath my palm, matching my racing heart, “It came to life because of you. It beats for you. Nothing will ever change that- no one, not even you.” I shook my head frantically, “we can’t-what if we…”

“Would you rather you end up as shark food then? Because I’d truly be sad to deprive the world of your beauty.” “Go fuck yourself.” He laughed. “I like you, you’re a spitfire. I do hope we’ll be seeing each other on good terms a month from now.” Then he moved to the window and climbed out. A second later when I rushed to the window with the gun that had been stowed in my bedside drawer, he was gone. As if he had never been there. With my heart in my throat, I raced out of my bedroom and down the hall.

He followed us and toned down his aggression as he said, "You've got it all wrong, Maeve! There's nothing between me and Carmen. It was all just an act!" He pleaded, "Please, you're the only one in my heart. Come back to me, will you? We'll choose your gown again and plan another wedding. This time, you can take charge." I turned around and gazed icily at him. "No, thanks. Just remember that from now on, you and I will go our separate ways. Besides, I haven't loved you in a long time." Austin's face paled as he frantically shook his head in denial.

“You hate Jasmine? How could you possibly hate Jasmine when she was the one who gave her heart to you?" She rose abruptly, and before the shocked eyes of everyone present, she reached out with a trembling hand and presented my death certificate. "You see this, Kendrick? Jasmine had given you her heart. You lived because of it, but she couldn't. Jasmine is dead now. You can't hate her—"

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

The man who once loved me with all his heart and would give his life for me without a thought, was gone. This man standing before me had nothing left in his heart for me except deep disgust, and an obvious thirst for revenge. I don’t think I can ever get out of this, can I?