Playing With The Heart Novel Novels & Stories

"Your breathing is really fast. Are you getting hot for me, Anna? Or maybe... something else?" "Jeremy, shut up," I choked out, my hands reaching out instinctively to press against his chest to keep him back. My palms landed flat against the crisp white fabric of his button-down shirt. I could feel the hard, steady thud of his heart underneath my fingers. "Stop playing these games."

Maybe it was the warmth of his hand on mine or how gentle he sounded or maybe I was sleepy but, just like that, I felt my heart increase in pace, thumping fast. "If you keep your promise, then I have no reason to ignore you. I... I forgive you. Forgive you for being a jerk as long as you don't do so againm" I told him, I didn't remove my hand from his grasp. "Really?" He beamed. I nodded trying to ignore my sudden increased heart rate. "Then let's start over. Let's put all the bad blood between us, behind us. We are supposed to be allies in all this." He said finally dropping my hand. I couldn't help but feel disappointed at that.

Just a name—scrawled across the surface in jagged black ink. ALLERICK VALENCIA The letters looked carved rather than written, deliberate and merciless. No return address. No instructions. Just the brutal certainty of a predator who didn’t need to hide. He’d opened it in silence, using his switchblade with the kind of care most people reserved for defusing bombs. The slice was clean. Too clean. It made Leora’s stomach twist. Inside, nestled against a bed of cotton, was a single object. A playing card. The King of Hearts.

Slowly, she nodded, pushing the Heart’s whispers to the back of her mind. With great effort, they moved toward the Heart, the power in the room growing with each step. The runes on the floor began to glow brighter, and the air crackled with energy. The closer they got, the more Elena could feel the Heart’s influence, but she held on, pushing through the fog in her mind. As they reached the pedestal where the Heart rested, Elena’s heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the entity inside, stirring, aware of their presence. The Heart was not just an artifact—it was a prison. And the creature inside was beginning to awaken.

He watched her, his expression unreadable. Novah looked down at her hand. Unmarked. Strong. Capable of violence. Capable of… protection. The realization was a shockwave. This fury, this aggression… it wasn’t just madness. It was *hers*. Her wolf’s answer to violation, to helplessness, to the threat against her pack. It was raw, untamed, terrifying… but it was *power*. Ashton’s words resonated with new meaning: *"She is the heart. The heart of our future."* Not a fragile, broken thing. A heart that could beat with fury. A heart that could fight.

My heart thudded, my throat burning, my hands steadying, my jaw unclenching as I nodded, my chest aching with the resolve to pull this off, my love for Lily a fierce anchor that kept me focused. Later, as I sat on the floor of the safe house, my heart softened, my throat easing as I played with Lily, her giggles a spark that warmed my chest, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed bear, her presence a steady flame that melted the tension in my shoulders. My heart raced, my hands gentle as I tickled her, my jaw unclenching with the joy of her laughter, my chest swelling with the love that fueled my fight, my throat tightening with the fear of leaving her for the trial, of failing her if this plan

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

I was just about to enter the bedroom when I suddenly saw what was going on inside. I instantly felt a sharp pain in the left side of my chest. Ivan was hugging Ariana intimately in bed. "Didn't you say that you didn't love me anymore? Then, why are you still interested in me?" Ariana didn't reply to him at once. Her eyes just turned redder as she kept kissing him all over. "Hold up. If you want to get back together with me, then you're going to have to break up with that man first," Ivan said, stopping her just as they were getting to the good part.

Yvonne's eyes widened, despair and regret filling her gaze. "I was wrong, Will. I know I was wrong…" she wailed. "Please, I'm begging you. For the sake of what we once had, let me go this once…" "Let you go?" I loosened my grip, pulled out a photograph from my pocket, and tossed it onto her face. The picture showed me carrying Yvonne on my back when she passed out drunk in the snow five years ago.

The sharp edge of her canine tooth rested against the cartilage. "Who gave you permission to touch it?" Her voice was hoarse from enduring the pain. Soft. Deadly. "This heart is inside your body now." "So it belongs to me." She whispered beside his ear. Her warm breath brushed across the tyrant's nerves. "Listen carefully." "I'm the only one who decides when this heart stops beating." His breathing grew scorching hot. His massive hand clamped tightly around her slender waist. His fingers nearly sank into her flesh. Tilting his head back, he completely exposed the heart beating inside his chest—