Playing With The Heart Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re playing a dangerous game. But you don’t have to play it alone.” For the first time that night, Cass allowed herself a small, genuine smile. Maybe this unexpected alliance was the edge she needed. As they disappeared into the city’s maze, the night whispered promises of secrets yet to be uncovered—and dangers still lurking in the shadows.

Either way, it’s mine to make. I rest my head against the cold stone, eyes half-closed, and listen to her heartbeat through the wall until the first hint of dawn creeps through the windows. Another day. Another Game. But this time, I’m not playing by the rules.

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

Nobody knows but Ami that she slept in the nude when she was in a safe haven. Up by the treehouse, the newlyweds had no idea what was going on in the manor. They were oblivious to the world around them. When they got hungry from their playing, they ate and then continued their carnal game. After another round of rough playing where Rain took Ami against the wall, they slumped on the floor. Ami snuggled closer to Rain. She just loves his scent and so she nuzzled his chest and played with his hair. When her finger found his nipple, she tweaked it until it pebbled. Rain captured her hand and brought it to his lips grazing her knuckles. I love you so much Ami. You do not know how much you made m

I was not playing at anything anymore. I drove my hand into his chest with a single powerful thrust, breaking through bone and tissue until my fingers closed around his still-beating heart. His eyes widened in shock and pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream. I held his gaze as I ripped his heart from his chest, the organ pulsing once, twice in my bloodied hand before going still. His body toppled backward, eyes still open but seeing nothing.

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

My heartbeat initiates to drum harder and louder as if I'm suffering from heart attack symptoms. Don't play with fire, man. Now you're pulling your last thread. Don't test my patience. My tolerance level is very weak. I placed my first finger on his chest and put some pressure to push him away from me. But he does not budge a little. I have not used my strength to push him as I'm playing a poor girl role. Who is very weak? Instead of going away, he catches my finger and comes so close to me that our noses are touching now.

That was because I thought that kissing would only happen if both sides of the party were in love. I stared at his brightly shining eyes and suddenly felt my heart skip a beat. I realized that I wasn't completely against this wish of his.

Heart’s body trembled as if she recalled something. Spade’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. “Oh? It seems that you recalled something?” he muttered and smiled. “Heart, oh Heart… we are not gods, nor even kings and queens like in the humans’ playing cards…” he spoke as he slowly walked toward her. “But yes, we are also being played… we are treated like cards on the table, which symbolizes the world.” He told her. The color on Heart’s face slowly disappeared as she touched her head when it hurt.