Playing With The Heart Novel Novels & Stories

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

Standing outside the door, Yara felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Mateo's seven years of devotion—his tenderness, his unwavering love—it was all a lie. His heart had always belonged to Helen. How noble. He was willing to sacrifice his entire life just to make Helen happy. He played his role so well she never once doubted him. Never imagined his love was just another illusion, that he only pursued her to clear the way for Helen. That night, she stood in the rain until dawn, crying until there was nothing left. From as far back as she could remember, her parents had adored Helen, leaving no love for her.

“You want me to stop? Then you’re gonna have to make me.” I tilt my head, eyes wide and innocent, the picture of sweet temptation. My heart races in my chest, thumping like a drum, but I’m not going to show him. No—he won’t get the satisfaction of knowing how much this is tearing me up. I don’t need to play innocent, though. We both know exactly what game we’re playing. His eyes go dark, and I can feel the heat between us, thick and suffocating, the air around us charged with more than just words.

"If you want to see them, I can lift the ban. They'll be allowed back in." Aurora was quiet for a few seconds. Then, she said, "No need." She tossed the letter into the trash and handed the checks to Noah. "Please donate these anonymously to an orphan relief foundation." After that, she stood up and wrapped her arms tightly around Caden. "I don't want to see them again. Having you is more than enough." Caden's handsome face turned bright red. He was completely helpless against her affection. "Okay," he replied, leaning down to kiss her red lips passionately.

His eyes, which were alarmingly bright, like he paid attention to every detail, anything that he could use to study me. "I am not a good man, nor am I compassionate or sharing. There will be times you'll want to strangle me, but as you know, I'll never say no to a game if that is what you want to play. No matter where the game takes us, I assure you, I will win." His voice was slow. Slow and sinfully soft, like I was incapable of understanding the inevitable outcome. The game he spoke of, it no longer involved finding what was lost. It was about holding onto my heart, and not giving into the temptation that exuded from every cell in my body. "I am not to be rejected, Rachel. Resist, pull awa

My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it. Guilt creeps into my skin any time I think of it. Did someone tell Marvis I cheated on him? Did Marvis send spies after me and gave him the bad reports? Even if he had to do it, why did he break my heart on a fine Sunday dinner night? Questions like this and even more swirled in my brain with no response.

She didn't want to anger him more as well so she decided to play along with him. He gently placed her on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her. His eyes stared at her with nothing but adoration for her. His gaze was weirdly different. "What about my heart then." She looked up at him with a frown. He grabbed her hand in his bloodied one pulling her tiny palm towards his chest placing it on his heart making her breath hitched at how fast it was beating. "It's bleeding too. What about healing it. Because you're doing nothing except wounding it again and again." Her eyes widened slightly hearing his words as her own heart started accelerating meeting the pace of his heartbeat.

They faced each other. “The heart,” He swiftly reached for her left hand and placed it on his chest. Feeling his still heart sent thrills through her body. Darius probably had a bad past, but he was sweet and appealing. “Once you get the heart, it's gone,” She nodded, shaking off the storms of ecstatic thoughts in her head. “Aim for my heart.” He tossed her a wooden steak and she picked it from the floor. “Wouldn't it hurt you?” Lynette said worriedly.

I scream as I hold it away from biting my head off, his body pressing on mine. I am not losing this fight, not tonight. I raise my fist and hit him on his chest. It stops for a second as the wolf looks as if shocked and caught by surprise. I don’t stop pushing my fists and I feel warm and I scream again, and I flex my fingers, and I know I am inside its chest. I want its heart. And so I hold its heart in my chest. we are not looking at each other as I hold the pumping heart and without seeing tonight, I pluck it out, withdrawing my hand from his chest.

LILITH’S POV: His hand suddenly rips through his chest, pulling a pumping heart that beats for 5 seconds before stopping; the same amount of time it takes for his lifeless body to hang over me before he finally drops onto the floor. The guard moves away from my vision and the real perpetrator stands over me, holding the dead heart in his hands, staring at the amount of blood dripping down his fingers like it’s nothing. He tosses the heart aside like trash, turning to the other person right behind him, Ivan