Novel & Cerita My Heart Was Once Yours Novel

Owen POV “I know. That’s why I want it to be you and I want it to be tonight. Make love to me, Owen. Make me yours in every possible way.” I can’t believe what I am hearing as this rush of love, lust and all things her just hits me. My heart is full to busting and at this point, it’s not even about desire or arousal. It’s knowing that I almost lost the most amazing woman in the world and she is not only giving me a second chance but she is wanting to give herself to me completely. She is trusting me with her most precious gift, the one thing she considers to be valuable above all else.

Sadness. I glanced down at the letter still clutched in my hand, the paper fragile and crumpled from my grip. Slowly, I allowed a sliver of lightning to dance along its edges, watching as the parchment caught fire. The flames consumed the letter quickly, reducing it to ash in seconds, and I let the remains fall to the table in a blackened heap. Ashes. Just like everything else in this cursed palace. I stormed out of the throne room, my footsteps heavy and my thoughts darker than the night itself. The halls were quiet, too quiet, and every echo of my boots against the stone reminded me of how alone I truly was about to become.

Jade's heart did a somersault and felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest. 'You can't fall for him, Jade. You have to wait for Luke,' she reminded herself. 'You don't have your heart with you now as you have given it to Luke and you have nothing to give another man as you have only one heart and that belongs to Luke.' That is what she always told herself. So she had turned down countless suitors. Jade didn't know when she drifted back to sleep. A gentle tap on her hand woke her up from her deep slumber.

It had grown and now she had moonflowers on her table and diamonds on her finger and a castle with her name on the gates. What do I have? The answer came to me slowly, painfully, like a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. You have a failing heart because you gave your real one away. Three years ago, Blake had collapsed during a hunt. Heart failure, the healers said. He was dying, and there was only one cure, a transplant from a compatible donor. I was a perfect match. I didn't hesitate and gave him my heart without his knowledge. I touched the necklace one last time.

It was because there had been even the slightest chance that the child was mine. She wanted to clear every single obstacle standing between her and Zachary. She was disgusted by my very existence. She hated my soul and thought of me as nothing more than trash that had to be taken out. Even my bloodline was something she had to purge, to keep herself "clean." It was absurd. It was despairing. Both feelings tangled together in my mind and dragged me down like heavy water. Zachary was approaching Yvonne with a bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand. The ice-cold fury on her face melted instantly. She became a tearful woman in love, touched by her lover's surprise.

Outside the window, the city glittered on, indifferent as ever to the small, enormous thing that had just happened in an office on the fortieth floor — but for the first time since a coffee shop shift and a stranger's desperate offer had first collided our two lives together, neither Damien nor I needed the city, or the company, or anyone else's approval, to know exactly what we'd found. Later that evening, we stood together on the penthouse terrace, the same view that had once felt like a stranger's fortune and now felt like home. I thought about everything it had taken to arrive at this particular quiet — my father's hand steady around a coffee cup again, Priya's laughter still echoing som

I ask curiously. " Honestly, I just wanted to keep on reliving the moment I took it." " Why?" " Because something happened to my heart that day." My breath hitches when his eyes literally smile down at me. My hand moves on its own to touch his face. We stand looking into each others eyes and getting lost into each other's gaze. He pulls my hand away from his face and brings it to his lips, before resting it against his chest. Where his heart beats. " That day, my heart belonged to my Bluebear." ~ THE END ~

Clutching the iron bars, he confessed, "I know I messed up. I really do. So long as you issue a letter of forgiveness for me, I can get a lighter sentence! Once I'm released, I'll definitely make it up to you, okay? "I beg you, for old time's sake, please help me!" "Old time's sake?" I chuckled, though tears couldn't help but trickle down my face. "When I went home to pack up my things earlier, I found the photo album you had hidden in the deepest part of the closet. It was filled with pictures of you and Verna, going all the way back to when you were young. "You went to school together and went on trips together; you were inseparable. It turns out that from the very beginning, I was the thi

This is how you destroy a girl and turn her into mush. “I will do anything to earn your love, to be here,” he kisses my heart his lips fanning my skin. “I want to be in here, to have your heart, because you already have mine. It's yours, and it has never belonged to anyone,” he takes my hand and palms it on top of his heart. Tears are flowing so free right now, I don't even have a chance to feel embarrassed, because my throat is all choked up, and my heart opening up.

He tore away at the flimsy pajama top she was wearing that revealed he soft pale skin. The world narrowed to heat and breath and the way his voice dropped when he spoke. “I’ve imagined this,” he admitted. “Too many times.” "You have no idea of the nasty things I have done to you, how many times I have cum just by thinking of that little mou wrapped around my dick" Her heart pounded. “Tell me to leave this is your last chance.” She shook her head. The room faded into shadows as they clung to each other, urgency blurring thought into sensation. Somewhere between kisses and whispered words, the line they’d been dancing around finally disappeared.