Reckless Hearts Novels & Stories

There was an audible crack and excruciating pain racing through her, a pain which left her gagging, limp, and helpless to resist. It was more than Ruth could bear. She woke screaming. Her heart was pounding, and she tensed in terror for the next blow. She wondered how much more punishment she would have to endure, before they got down to... IT, that ultimate assault that she knew must come. But there was no next blow. She was in her own bed. She was not going to be kicked and tortured and subjected to humiliating, perverted, sexual violation. It was only a dream, a compendium of all her fears, a dream Ruth wished she had never had. What a cruel city this is, where a woman is so helpless, a r

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some revenge plans are sweet. Others burn hot enough to consume everyone involved. Tonight’s confession is about a young woman who seduced her father’s much older, extremely wealthy business partner as revenge… only to discover the fire she started was far more dangerous — and addictive — than she ever imagined. This one is forbidden, age-gap heavy, and full of messy, obsessive heat. Here is the confession of “Daddy’s Business Partner.”

--- **The Heart's Deception** The forest resists. Branches twist into snares. Lightning animates glass wolves, their howls ringing like shattered windows. Tyrax's gift-the current in my blood-lets me shatter them, but each burst drains me, leaving charred nerves and phantom storms. Eden fights differently now, his void scars leaching darkness into the soil, sprouting obsidian brambles that strangle the forest's wrath. We find the heart at dusk. A stormcloud trapped in a glass orb, suspended atop a plinth of fused lightning. It seethes, its core a swirling eye of green-black fury. The First Storm, the Weaver's first failure.

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Twenty-First Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

And then continues waiting for Luna who is on her way coming. ★Delis On His Way★ The day is dark, but although there are streetlights everywhere. So Delis can see his way and get to anyplace he would want to. But the problem at hand is that he is homeless, he don't even have a home. He has nowhere to call home, but he was doing his trekking on confident. He is not afraid of anything, he was just heading to nowhere. But as the day is getting darker it is also getting more cooler.

He swallowed hard as his eyes traced the delicate curve of his mouth. 'Don't you dare, Axton!' his conscience screamed a desperate plea. 'Come on, just one more taste.' his treacherous heart began to plead. The frantic thumped almost deafening rhythm in his ears.

I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray. "you thought I will get scarred, after what you said don't mess with me. oh, you don't have any idea. About how I'm so scared right now. I tried to release my hand from his grip but that only makes him hold it tighter. he leaned down and whispers in my ear "I know that one day you will be mine. maybe for a week-" that's disgusting "that will be only in your dreams." I screamed in his face without hesitation. "if I want to, you will be the actress starring in my dreams" then I felt his breath on my lips. please don't do it, please don't do i

But she looked exhausted and dizzy, and I wanted her to rest while the twins were sleeping. “Who wants it slow and sweet? I want you to be yourself with me in bed, Killian – reckless, untamed, and passionate. You don’t need to restrain your urges around me.” Her words surprised me. It made my co*k swell with need. “Is that so? Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!” I grabbed the back of her head and closed the distance between us. She gasped, realizing my intentions. I took advantage of the moment and claimed her lips in a desperate kiss – the type she demanded.

“Yes,it is. Apparently, it is inherited. I was given some drugs to manage it till a heart donor is found.” “No..” “My mum waited her whole life and yet she didn’t get a heart donor. What are the chances?” I said, resignedly. “Don’t think like that. God, I’m going to cry.” She said, her eyes already watering. “Don’t you dare! The doctor said I can’t take my antidepressants because heart medicine doesn’t work hand in hand with antidepressants.” “This is too much for you. How will you cope with your panic attacks and nightmares or your insomnia?!”