Reckless Hearts Novels & Stories

Aslan had woken up from his sleep sweating. He muttered a prayer, rubbing at his temple to wipe away the remnants of his nightmare. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, forcing his racing heart to calm down. His nightmare was vivid and he felt a sudden pain tug at his heart. He felt as if he was living the events that took place over and over again. His heart constricted with pain and he felt his body shake as fear overtook him. It was back, his nightmare was back. He had feared for that moment but it was already here and there's nothing he could do about it but brace himself for the worse.

Quiet is where my thoughts go loud. I am Audrey Gibson and I am often referred to as thoughtless by my parents. I do think. I think it's not a good idea to elope at eighteen with my upcoming musician boyfriend. I think pursuing a career in writing will probably leave me broke in the future. And I think thinking makes people sad. My thoughts are not a happy place. It's like being in a dark narrow room, with no ventilation with this ticking sound-tick, tick, tick - and I don't know where it's coming from. Why go there, when I can be here with him?

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

His control snapped like a live wire. His arms came around her, lifting her against him as his mouth claimed hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation. She could taste the fear in his kiss, the need, the barely leashed violence of a man who'd spent too long holding himself back. When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were wild in the candlelight. "This is dangerous," he said, his voice rough. "I know," she whispered back. "You should run. While you still can." "Where would I go? There's a hurricane outside."

How do I shamelessly admit that I feel a deep, never-ending hollow in my chest, just at the mere thought of not seeing him again, of not seeing what he looks like anymore, and not even touching him. How do I explain that my heart is burning with pain at the thought of someone else touching me in ways that could never be my captor’s, and looking at me with those stone cold dark eyes that looks at me like it sees everything and knows every little detail about me, even when he can’t hide how clueless he is about the sort of creature that I am. April was right, and I am a shameless old hag. I tried to pull myself together, and since there was no other way forward than the one that was already pl

My stiff posture said I was losing control. And my heart? Well, my heart was betraying me loudly. She was reckless. She was dangerous. She was fire wrapped in sweetness. And I already knew— This was only the beginning. And I was completely, absolutely doomed.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

, the trembling voice said, a deep sorrow was held in it. “Runaway sooner. Find your place. No one belongs to you here anymore. The mother that you wanted in me begs you to flee to save your life. Don’t be a part of this massacre anymore, as the chain of seven hearts is completed, there won’t be any peace left on this world. The evil inside him will unleash, the greatest of the evil that will be. The evil which will make the history of catastrophe, which no one will be able to stop. It’s in your hands now, it was always in your hand”,

“Show me your heart, Rosemary Blackhollow. Show me what you’re willing to sacrifice.” The ground beneath me cracked and splintered, a deep, bone-chilling sound echoing through the wasteland. I staggered, trying to keep my balance, but a searing pain erupted in my chest. It felt as though claws were tearing through my heart, pulling me apart from the inside. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, as I clutched at the invisible force wreaking havoc within me.

The room pulsed with power and danger, a heart that beat in time with the madness of their gamble. The Siren's Heart glowed at the center, a bright, unattainable promise that filled the space with tension and hope. The team moved toward it, each step a daring challenge, each breath a reckless defiance.