Of Harrowed Hearts Novelas e Histórias

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

It was roaring in Killian’s head, shaking his teeth: “End them. Take what is mine.” Killian’s pulse synced with the vault’s beat. He felt the shape of the thing inside — not all of it, but enough to know that if the door opened any further, none of them would be fighting over control anymore. They’d be fighting for scraps. Harlow finally reached the floor of the vault chamber, twin blades flashing. She didn’t hesitate — she went for Varrow’s throat. Varrow turned in time, steel meeting the hardened shadows that flared up around his neck like armor.

"and you threw my love, feelings, emotions and trampled on it because you never wanted it and it's lying on the ground just like our photo." No this is wrong. Your love is very precious for me. I want your love. I tried to join the photo and after few attempts I finally joined it. Even though it was not perfect but I did not let Ranveer's love stay on the ground. I looked at the broken pieces of photo frame. "You have broken my heart into pieces like the broken pieces of the photo frame." Ranveer I am sorry. I walked towards the broken photo frame. "Shit!” again a glass pierced my foot and I removed it only to realize that I was bleeding but at this Moment this was not so important.

Mahira escaped easy, her legs felt like they would give up on life any moment now, she just wanted to find a quiet corner and relax from all this chaos , the air in this room felt like it was filled with dirty thoughts of dirty minds, and she so hated this. No sooner had she taken a few steps when another hand popped out in front of her, blocking her way. Show me how much can you stand, seeing your love being shredded, someday you will fall... All Hearts !!

Checks his collar in the mirror. I stay with my forehead still pressed to the wall, hands trembling, breathing like I’ve run a marathon I didn’t want to run. Harvey steps closer once more, just enough for his lips to brush my temple. “He can have you as many times as he wants,” he murmurs, not as provocation, but as scientific conclusion. “But that won’t make you forget me or stop wanting me. I’ve already penetrated your skin, mind, and heart.” When I leave, I stay glued to the wall for a minute that feels like eternity, with the bitter taste of a truth I don’t want to accept burning under my skin.

~Godfrey’s Point of View~ “What… what is this place,” Harlow says, clearly nervous. No, already scared shitless. Her poor human heart is nearly beating out of her chest. It makes my black little heart almost flutter. The strong waft of an infant is practically oozing off of her, and if I didn’t have so much practice at denying my temptation it might be impossible. Could Luc resist it? I’m not entirely sure. It would be quite the gamble. All I need is to put him on trial for draining a teenager.

Tears streamed down her face, evaporating almost as quickly as they fell. She thought of her children then. Not clearly. Not gently. Just flashes. Voices. A sense of something unfinished that would never be mended. The smoke grew thicker, heavier. The pain blurred, shifting from sharp to overwhelming, until even screaming felt like too much effort. Her body sagged against the floor, strength finally giving out. As consciousness slipped, the last thing Mrs. Harrow felt was not anger. It was the terrible clarity of it all. That vengeance, once set loose, does not stop to ask who is already broken.

I ran a hand through my dark hair, trying to push back all the racing thoughts. “You don’t know me, Artemis.” I let out a big breath and sat down in the closest chair, resting my hands on my knees, and looking down. “I want to know everything about you, stop pushing me away.” When I finally looked up, I couldn't understand Artemis's expression. But her eyes looked soft and vulnerable, which made my heart hurt. She seated herself before me, clasping her hands firmly in her lap. With a sorrowful expression, I tightened my fists and turned my gaze. My voice trembled as I spoke, “I’ll hurt you, Artemis. I’m broken."

"Seems rather dramatic for corporate security." "The most valuable tools," she'd replied then, "are the ones you hope never to use." Now, she studied the blade with new purpose. Alex had given her something she'd never expected to find in her dangerous world: a heart that could break. And she would move heaven and earth—or tunnel through it with her bare hands—to reclaim it. As she turned back toward the collapsed tunnel, a new tremor shook the ground beneath her feet. Not an aftershock from the facility's destruction, but something else. Something worse.