Oh Tidak Tergambar Hati Yang Terbakar Mga Nobela at Kwento

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

"Sir, done." "Fine, let's go!" Liam showed no expression, his heart was cold. He thought of his engaged girlfriend and the unborn child who had only been two months old when he couldn't help but explode with anger. I wish he could kill her with his own hands, the devil that kills two lives at once. Liam clenched his fist. Chatter.

I even spatted it making some of water flew in the air. "Gezz your disgusting!" Blake hissed at me. "Hey hey! It's not my fault! Don't throw that kind of questions on me. My goodness I think I'm going to have heart attach from it!" I said dramatically from him. "Seriously did you?" Usher pushed the topic still to me. Making my eyes all wide looking both of them. "Are you both serious?!" I asked them in wide eyes. Like my eyes were about to fall out this instance.

I beg you please come and I promise not to cry again ever. Those flames weren’t unknown to me. I had seen them before, there were the same sucking my life out just looking at them. My breathing shoots up, making it difficult to steal the air. My Arius is burning there. Not again, not again, please. Hung up there, I am coming.

*** How do you feel, read this part? There are those who are sad and don't imagine being Rangga. Is there a goiter with Gerald?

She belonged to someone else. "You think you can forget me?" Noah whispered, his strokes growing faster, rougher. The image of Liora on the screen seemed to stare back defiantly, mocking his helplessness—and it made his blood boil. "If you won’t return to me... then you’ll burn with me." With one final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak—but satisfaction eluded him. Only hatred festered deeper as his release splattered across the photo. "Ah! Damn it! Even just looking at your picture feels this good."

All at once. Elora felt a storm brewed in her chest, violent and suffocating, hatred crawled through her veins like fire, scathing every cell in her body. Her heart pounded erratically as if it couldn't decide between shattering or bursting into flames. She could still hear the whimpers of that night, all over again, replaying so clearly and vividly like it happened the day before—the shaking legs of her mother pinned to the floor, the hands of her best friend pinning her legs, and the image of his father when he strangled her. The images were scorched into her mind, unrelenting, never fading no matter how many weeks had passed.

he says. My heart pounds. “What do you mean?” He looks me dead in the eye. “Someone else is in the house.” The house stays dark. The hallway stays silent. And Liam says the one thing I never want to hear in the dark… “We’re not alone.” The smoke hits before the warning does. I didn't understand it at first. One second I’m reaching for my charger. Next, something burns at the back of my throat. I cough hard. The taste is sharp. Bitter. Wrong.

~ANASTASIA~ Have you ever had a heart attack? The one that feels like your heart is on fire? The burning starts small, like a spark, but then it spreads fast; it doesn't stop. No matter how deep you breathe, it's still there—hot, forceful, and unshakeable. If you had it, then you know how I was feeling right now. I opened my mouth and gasped for air, but nothing helped; it was as if a fire was lit in my chest, and it refused to let go.