Passionate Heart Novels & Stories

It was a kiss that held everything unspoken between us… anger, longing, resentment, and a fierce kind of passion that made my head spin. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that matched my own. I gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against mine, the tension between us melting into something hotter, something that neither of us could deny anymore. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, and his gaze was locked on mine, filled with an intensity that left me breathless. “You’re right,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Maybe it isn’t my business. But damn it, Jacqueline… it feels li

But it will never be the same. - Dragons don't have mates, we have firehearts. It works similar to your matebond, but it's different. We have a fog in the heart that is incomplete, and when we find our fireheart, the fires are completed. When a dragon loses its fireheart, it's alone for life. We have no second chances, fireheart and we will never be able to love another person. Many dragons that end up firehertless choose to stay together, but it will always be for sex and children. Their hearts will never burn with love again.

SERAPHINA’S POV He picks up my hand, holding onto it tightly like I might slip from his fingers, placing it against his beating heart, and staring right into my soul with a precision that leaves me breathless. "This isn’t your fault, baby. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you feel my heart? You’re the life that keeps it beating, Sera. I realized that when I ran into that fire to find you. I realized then - it has become essential for me to always find you, to always love you, and my heart might very well stop pumping if I’m ever forced away from this truth. But I swear, by the moon goddess, by every drop of blood in my veins, by every shred of my being, not even decay or the deepest pits of hell c

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"And the person in my heart is Jasmine. She's the only one who can be my bride." Tracy froze for a second, then raised her voice. "Then why do you miss every year?" … Edward stiffened. Tracy refused to let it go. "You clearly can hit Jasmine's handkerchief, but you choose to miss on purpose. Doesn't that mean you don't want to marry her? "If you don't want to marry her, then you must want to marry me. Otherwise, why would you treat me so well? Every time Jasmine and I argue, you always take my side. It's because you love me more!"

he stared right into my soul…… I couldn't look away. “ I love you” I whispered as the pressure built and the heat of my impending release crept through my belly and along my spine, I couldn't take my eyes from Russell's. “ I love you, oh, I do love you so much, God!!” he said looking at me with heat and love in his eyes, like……….. Like he was looking at Wilson. And at that point he soared, head falling back, he came, and Wilson groaned as Russell emptied inside him

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

Passionate. Forever ours.

Curiosity piqued, I waited patiently for him to return, eager to see what he had in store. He returned with deliberate steps, and I couldn't help but notice a hint of nervousness in his demeanor. It was a side of the formidable Nicholas Brandson I had rarely seen. It struck me that when you give your heart to someone, it makes you vulnerable, allowing you to reveal all facets of your emotions.