Passionate Heart Novels & Stories

#song Craig Lucas - Hearts Exposed Aaron I haven't felt like this in a long time. I had lost all hope in love; the kind of life that ignites your soul with passion , fire, and flame . Being together with Lexi without any interruptions, has been like heaven . Strangely enough it feels so totally new. I am falling in love again and this time it's different. We both speak the same love language; she is responsive, doesn't bite my head off and we are both very giving.

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

It's not his way, but if it's the only way to get what he wanted, then let it be. " In the end, I will show you compassion is nothing. Passion is the heavenly sin that we all crave. Passion is what we live for." He smirked looking at her, letting his sinful mind be filled with his unholy thoughts once again. But little did he know that he should start praying to God, the passion won't be deadly enough to end up burning everything.

He had made it clear in the very first meeting that Heer is only his. "No! Please leave me! Let me go!" She screamed, trying to release her bruised wrist because of his harsh and pitiless clutch. But the man paid no attention! He kept dragging her mercilessly. That time, only one thing was in his mind—to sntach her away with him, and the thought wasn't letting him see her begging, her pain and her teary eyes. There was a lot of pain in his iron hand. Not the slightest care but just a passion. A passion that has blinded him. No one knows how dangerous passion can be. When passion reaches the limit, the sound of heart breaking can force blood to flow from the ears.

I roared in extreme disappointment while crying my heart out. I suddenly felt an overwhelming energy from within me, causing me to transform into my passive-aggressive form. I felt the usual burning sensation of the insignia on my neck radiating to my chest. It hurts so bad that my heart feels like it is being torn apart—it feels like it is being cut open.

Because the heart doesn’t ask for permission—it just beats where it’s told, even in the dark. Looking back, it’s hard to believe… how love grew where only rage should’ve lived. With the world quiet and his arms around me, I knew: I would choose this life again. The man. The chaos. The name. The empire. The scars. The truth. All of it. Because it brought me here. ~~To love that didn’t just last. It ruled. To passion not merely long-lived, but sovereign in all its days. With a man that burns but never lets go.~~

Summer felt that her heart was bleeding, it hurt so much more than when other people hurt her. She was too presumptuous when she made this bet with Ace, and she did not even last half a month in the end. It was pathetic.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

She asked nervously, wishing she could have a place in his heart. Nath flexed his facial muscles and smiled. "I could feel it that she loved me, Nester. And my still small voice is still assuring me that she is waiting for me. But to consider the what ifs, I really don't know what I'll do. So, let's forget the what ifs," he said with a broad smile, suddenly cheering up and not even looking half as dull as he was earlier. "Do you think you can help?" "I am not sure, but I will try," she said at the same time a knock was heard on the door.

The next thing she knew, he thrust his fingers into her hair and massaging it erotically. Then without a word he covered her mouth with his. The kiss was wildly passionate with an odd blend of tenderness and savagery. And when she was right to respond, he withdrew his lips and kissed her jaw hungrily… her throat… the back of her ear, nibbling and biting her lobe. Then he went back to her lips, devouring, taking, demanding. Candy ignited. She looks like dry wood that has been poured with gasoline and lit. All her emotions clashed with sexual heat and melted into raw, primitive need.