Naruto Fanfiction Naruto Cold Hearted Novels & Stories

We had only been together for five months, and every bone in my body craved his touch and lived for his approval. Maybe it was how good the sex was, but I couldn’t get enough of him. Even when I was mad at him, the sight of him made my heart leap with joy. It was embarrassing and shocking at the same time. “I have no heart to give, birichina. But if you want my soul, it’s yours.” “Everyone has a heart, Nero.” “I don’t. I’m going to hell for the things I have done in my lifetime. My heart died before I even turned twenty.”

They weren’t stars. They were satellites. Hundreds. Nexus cores Mira never launched. Cradles she never seeded. Ghost systems left in blackout orbits. Each one flickered to life. Then turned toward her. Kirin gestured. > “Your voice can wake them. Or end them.” > “You don’t need an army. You’re the question in their code.” Sera shook her head. “I don’t want to be a god.” Kirin said nothing. Then stepped close. Close enough for Sera to feel the cold in her skin.

She greeted him and then went back to work, looking at her computer’s monitor and continuing typing on her keyboard. Cullen felt annoyed. ‘What the fuck, she is really cold. Okay then.’ He thought. Heart was laughing deep inside. ‘Well, that is it. Hahaha I am powerful than him hahaha, hmmm no, it is just that.. I will just be like him. Cold and ignoring him. And yeah, I really have to do this. I mean we were like this after the incident when I told him that we were just nothing. It was just because of that accident why I took care of him. But now that he is one hundred percent okay, I can continue being like this.’ Heart thought.

Ludo’s finger was on delete shaking. “Don’t press that button.” Ludo heard the voice nearer. Ludo slowly turned her head to see who it was. The footsteps got even more closer. “You!” Ludo yelled. “What? The sick girl?” The voice said, surprised. “Don’t kill me,” Ludo’s voice sunk as she slowly fell on her bed fainting. "Sh*t!", Hunter cussed.

"A heart once made of pure stone, now sees that life is Hell alone...but still the eyes refuse to see, the pain and woe coming to thee...' Nathaniel tossed his head. He'd heard all this before, but it seemed to hit home harder now. Perhaps he was blind to it. That wouldn't surprise him. His heart had been crafted of ice and stone for many years. Any warmth that had pulsed through it had dried long ago. Sometimes, he thought he had been born that way. 'But indeed, it feels as if it is melting,' he thought as he moved away, pulling his eyes from the hypnotic swirls. 'God knows I've tried to stop that. That lad is infuriating...yet his persistence is endearing. It's damned confusing.'

This was what it meant to look at someone like they were trash. I had spent the last seven years lying to myself. What an idiot I had been. When the nurse called for her, that woman walked forward with determination in her steps. "I'm going in. I'm not taking any chances. Not when that man's child might still be inside me." A heartbroken Zachary kissed the top of her head. "I'll wait for you. Be brave." She had just dismissed what might have been my unborn child like it meant nothing. That wordless cruelty poisoned the last of my hope, shriveling it up until nothing remained.

“You have to let go. This time, completely.” He shook his head, stepping closer, desperate. “No. I can’t lose you again. I can’t.” She smiled — a soft, human smile that shattered him. “You won’t lose me. You’ll just stop chasing me.” He felt tears spill down his face. “It’s not the same.” “No,” she said. “But it’s the only way you’ll ever wake up.” The hum grew louder, the golden horizon pulsing like a heartbeat. He could feel the Core inside him now — every memory, every regret, every desperate attempt at rewriting fate — all woven together into something enormous and ancient.

Alone. One of the maids even walked into the room and saw me huddled on the bench, crying my eyes out and sticky with cum. I nearly died from shame. Now he thinks he can cross off what he did with expensive bags? Who the hell does he think he is? Why does he think he can mess with me like this? One moment he’s acting soft and needy and the next, he’s treating me like trash. I’ve had enough! I came to The Nirvana with hatred in my heart and failed when I let my lust for Bhyron overtake that hatred. Not any more. Henceforth, we’re standing strictly on business.

I growl, my claws extending as I trace them over his frantically beating heart. "Nickolas, please," he sobs, tears mixing with the blood on his face. He's trapped, his legs riddled with arrows, unable to run. "Say hi to your daughter for me," I snarl, plunging my claws into his chest and ripping out his still-beating heart. I close my eyes, feeling the warm, slick organ pulsing in my grip, his blood dripping onto the ground at my feet. I take a deep, shuddering breath, a sense of grim satisfaction washing over me.

Herrick whispered and pecked David's head. « Accepting the decision of Moon Goddess, they cherished the mate bond and made a promise to make it through whatever future might hold » The End of 'My Cold Hearted Mate'