My Heart Stereo Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

She yelled. Without another word,I took the tray and stalk to the heart room, I won't hesitate to fight him off if he try anything funny, and the injection he had given me isn't doing very well inside me. I feel so hungry every now and then that I had no option but to eat. I knock on the door, waiting for a reply but none came anyway, I was tempered to turn around and leave when I heard the sound of the shower.

A strong tang of copper filled my mouth as I sucked on my bloodied lip. I just couldn't understand why he has this effect on me? Why can't I ignore him and his words just the way I ignore the rest of the world when they talked shit. His words started ringing in my ears again and again. My chest constricted and I felt breathless all of a sudden like a heavy boulder was placed on my chest preventing me to breathe in. My heart pounded rapidly and I felt cold tingles all over me. I pressed my hands to my ears and closed my eyes shut tightly as I tried blocking out his voice and his bitter gaze but it only grew more and more clear with each passing second.

It was a two-story building, Hiro told me to head directly to the second floor using the stairs on the left side. Inside was a studio-type room covered in soundproof foams, with littered musical instruments around. It looked small from all the equipment parking inside, but it’s spacious enough for at least five people to fit in even with all these things around. The door jangles again, and I turned to look at who had just come in after me. I really thought today was my lucky day, but I don’t think that anymore when Seon’s annoying face emerges before me. “You again?” he rasps, and I could already feel my blood starting to boil.

But she felt like they truly accepted her because they thought of her as one of their own. The bouncer smiled at Charlotte and let all of them pass through. He opened the big black door to let them in, and the music got tenfolds louder. The instrumental of the song Stereo Love was playing, but a heavily remixed version that anyone would be crazy to not dance at in an exclusive club in Italy. When you're gonna stop breaking my heart I don't wanna be another one Paying for the things I never done Don't let go, don't let go To my love

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

My heart boomed like a bass drum as I watched his handsome face. "This song is dedicated to a very special girl," he said, glancing in my direction before offering me a smile. I wanted to scream with excitement, but I held it back. I just smiled back at him and clapped my hands. "Oh, that's so sweet," Christine commented, but I didn't even bother to look at her. Rexon strummed his guitar and began to sing. His voice was so beautiful, so captivating, I felt like I was being carried away. I closed my eyes, letting his voice wash over me.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.