Passionate Heart Novels & Stories

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.

Soaked under the rain, was the only man who could make my heart beat frantically like this. To be continued...

I could feel the thrum of his heart, wild and fast, like he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, like he was ruined by this just as I was. I moaned softly against his lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue ravenously dominating the inside of my mouth. I cursed myself as my fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. Needing more. Hating how badly I needed more. “God, Imogen,” his whispered against my mouth, breathe hot, voice cracked with longing. “I never mea…” “Don’t,” I breathed, cutting him off. Because I know if he said it, if he said anything at all to explain away how and why he shattered my heart, I just might believe him. And that would hurt worse than ever

He looked directly at me. “It spoke of the Keeper of the Heart…” Then he looked at Isabella. “…and the Keeper of the Soul.” Neither of us understood. “I don’t know what that means,” Isabella admitted. “I’ll explain.” Cassian walked toward the edge of the hill. “The Heart has always been more than a source of power.” “It reflects relationships.” “Trust.” “Choice.” “Love.” I frowned. “Love?” He nodded. “The strongest force inside the Heart has never been magic.”

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

“I know you can feel it too…..but…you keep pushing me away, I didn’t mean to hurt nobody, I just wanted a feel of your heart” Mateo couldn’t help but feel his body language betray him, he tried to resist but he couldn’t, looking straight into her eyes he remained still, her hands on his chest, he felt enslaved to her touch. “How could I tell her how I feel?” the words were burning in his throat but he couldn’t let it out so “how could I say it with words?” Her body was calling to his but his mind couldn’t take the call. He wanted her more than she did for him, the thought of Betty engulfed his mind. He thought he’d overcome it with his mafia traits but the feelings were growing every passing

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

It was adapting interpretation. Keisha looked around slowly. “This isn’t a room anymore,” she said quietly. Malik’s eyes flicked to her. “No,” he agreed. “It’s a model.” That word made the air feel thinner. Keisha stepped slightly toward the center again. This time, no resistance. That mattered. She looked at Malik. “So what are we inside of right now?” she asked. Malik didn’t answer immediately. Not avoidance. Depth. Then: “A decision engine,” he said quietly.

Intense and passionate. Tears burned in her eyes as she approached because her entire world was twisted and on fire. Her whole being shook, and her eyesight became dim. She was unable to think clearly. All she could feel was how his body moved inside of her and the way her breath was scorching in her lungs. Heat spreads across cells, a contagious desire making it challenging to think or speak.

Just clean detachment. If she ever found out he’d followed her here, it wouldn’t move her—it would only piss her off. Her body—he knew how to master it. He could pull her into him, make her tremble, steal every breath from her lungs. She responded to him without fail. But her heart? That was a different battlefield. It was guarded, locked, and cold. Even at the height of passion, her words could cut like glass. Sweet in body. Sharp in tongue. And it drove him mad.