Play Hearts Vex Novels & Stories

The four of us moved in deep, pounding rhythm, feeding our pleasure into the greater pulse. The Pulse Chamber came alive with an orgy of throbbing intensity. Lovers from across existence joined the boundless rhythm. The chamber throbbed with the sounds of raw fucking—cocks plunging deep, bodies slapping together, moans rising in one continuous wave. Vespera was the beating heart: double-penetrated by Draven and Lorien, Sable’s tongue and fingers driving her wild. Her body shook with powerful, rhythmic orgasms, emerald light flaring in time with the chamber’s pulse.

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

Needed the visual confirmation of presence that had sustained them since childhood. Focus, Arthie told himself. Sector times. Brake points. Apex speeds. But his mind kept drifting to Cyrus. To the message he'd received that morning: Good luck today. I'll be watching the feed. Structural. And a emoji—unexpected, playful, the doctor revealing himself in pixels. The grid formed. Arthie found his slot, seventh position, not ideal but recoverable. He went through the rituals—steering wheel adjustment, visor check, the pattern of breaths that lowered his heart rate from 120 to 80.

Phoebe asked, her question making him glance back at her. "I'm not pursuing her," he said, his expression somber. "I've lost her love. I think all I want now is to see her happy." Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly. "What other evidence do you need to believe she cheated on you?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Archie's response was simple, yet heart-wrenching. "You are all the evidence I need. But even after seeing that, my heart still beats for her. I try to hate her, but I just can't."

Every creak of the old floorboards beneath her felt like a scream. “He didn’t leave,” Cass said under her breath. “Men like that don’t vanish.” “No,” Leo agreed. “They reposition.” The sound came then—barely audible, but unmistakable. A scrape against metal. A subtle weight against the fire escape outside. Cass’s pulse spiked. She grabbed the nearest blade from her desk drawer, cold steel anchoring her as adrenaline surged. Leo’s eyes found hers in the gloom, wordless agreement passing between them. The lock on the window rattled.

He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place. However, I had just fallen for Jeffrey days before and gently rejected Cameron. Devastated by the news of my relationship with Jeffrey, Cameron had left the country without a goodbye. Yet, at my lowest, he returned. He found me in the hospital, pulling me into a tight embrace with a sob in his voice, "Eva, I've finally found you!" I attempted to wriggle free, but he clung tighter as if he were trying to fuse me into his soul.

He put the envelope on the bed then sat beside me. “I have seen him do stuff, El. Stuff that… that normal people do not usually do. Or do not do, like, at all.” With shaking hands, I opened the cursed envelope and was greeted with even more cursed photos. There, in colored print, very clear and recognizable, was Hugo; doing things that only us do. Us, vampires. I felt like crying. “How did you managed to get these?” I asked, ever so silently, my voice shaking.

As the third slice to his abdomen was completed, Jaxsen lost consciousness. “When I woke up, they were sitting a few feet away drinking some more. There were four cuts altogether. This one, and this one, and this one, and this one.” One by one he showed her the four scars. The one on his ribs, the next stretched across his hip bone on the right side. The third and fourth one created an ‘X’ between the breast line and the sternum. “I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.”

That smile though. Anyway, my time for that meeting came and I dressed myself with a blouse and plaid trousers like I am applying for work. I tied my hair into a bun then applied some light shade lipstick on my lips. I drove all the way to the campus then looked for his office which was named "Fixing Hearts Request". It was his personal office but it also says in the description written on the advertisement on paper sticking on the announcement board that it was an office where people who have love problems will visit there and ask for the professor for some love advice. My face turned into disgust as I read word for word on the said advertisement. And now it questioned myself if I should st

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...