Playing With The Heart Novel Novels & Stories

That night Mahira and Tazz both had a restless night, one with anxiety and other with excitement, only fate knew the game it was to play with two innocent hearts the next day. One in Pain, one in Pleasure, how can one same heart have two feelings in it... All Hearts !!

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.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

She put her hand flat on his chest over his heart, the way she had done in the players' area when he had a dead leg and the world had not ended, and she felt the heartbeat she had fallen asleep to for four years, steady and unhurried, the heartbeat of a man who was completely himself, which was the heartbeat she had chosen and kept choosing every morning when the alarm went off and the choice was simply to stay. She stayed. He was glad. She was glad. That was all of it. End of chapter 91

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

I lift my hand to bang on the door, fueled with excitement. Then I see it, the three of them sitting around a table, playing cards. Smiling and laughing. Their eyes hold unbridled joy, they look like they haven't got a care in the world. That's how they used to be, before they met me. Before I complicated their lives, before I ruined them.

Give a woman your heart and she would treat it like dirt, fit only to be trampled under her dainty little feet. For a moment the image of Samantha, wrapped in the arms of her lover, flashed on the screen of his mind. It had been a good party, he had been enjoying himself until he had taken a walk in the host’s garden to clear his head from the smoky, cloying air within the house. And he had fallen over them… literally. They had been too occupied in what they were doing to hear his approach and he had been thinking of his and Samantha’s conversation in the car on the way to the party.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Jade looked at his eyes, seeking an answer. Tyler held her eyes captive with his and replied, "You left and robbed me." Jade's eyes grew wide in shock. "No, I didn't take anything from you, you must be wrong." Tyler narrowed his eyes and smirked. "I'm an honest man and wouldn't fabricate a story." Jade held her head because of bewilderment, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "What did I steal from you?" "You stole my heart," Tyler bared his heart to her without holding back.