Reckless Hearts Novels & Stories

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

Parang hinahayaan niya lang akong mataranta at mas lalong nakakagulo 'yon kasi sa pagitan ng tawanan ng mga kaibigan namin, sa pagitan ng ingay ng bus at ng maagang araw na unti-unting sumisilip sa mga bintana naramdaman kong may mga pusong hindi talaga marunong maging simple. Some loves arrive in quiet prayers, Some burn like smoke in hidden airs. One feels like peace, one dares affairs, One heals the wounds, one leaves you tears. And maybe hearts were never meant for fairness, Maybe mine was built for... illicit affairs. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

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 !!

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

Those broken pieces This is reckless love: The feeling you get in your stomach when someone has peeled your heart, squeezed it with bare hands, and dropped it on the floor with no mercy. But still with those broken pieces, you call the name. ~AUTHOR’S POV~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Breathless,” Ruben muttered, only to be heard by his friends and Arlet. Arlet's heart skipped a beat. “You heard her show?” Kat questioned. “Every day,” Ruben proudly accepted his passion for this unknown woman.

Caden said. The sound of her name, spoken in his gentle voice, reverberated in her ears, causing her heart to momentarily stop beating. A shudder coursed through her body as she reluctantly looked up, locking eyes with his mesmerizing greenish-grey gaze. Those captivating eyes, which had once held such allure, now seemed to pierce through her defenses, instantly unraveling her emotions. In that instant, Ruby realized she had made a grave mistake by attempting to evade him. The depth of her feelings and the true extent of the turmoil within her became undeniable, and she found herself standing face-to-face with the repercussions of her avoidance.

She snaps her fingers with her still expressionless face, as she calls out and names that holder’s nightmare, yet her somehow very salvation into the loop of the future and the seventh, where everything comes running down into a forbidden chance and emotions, she calls. “You’re her heart, but her demise, you who she should watch carefully, yet underestimated. Her darkest desire that is knocking and getting louder with each passing day and moment is the hunting spree she knows, anticipated, but could never evade. Her heart that she thought that is as strong as her mind will never be. For you are her very nightmare, in the game of love, she calls and will foolishly fall into. Mike Nacre.”

Vincent’s fist slammed into the mahogany desk, tipping the glass of whiskey, even as it reverberated through the room, sharp and violent as the snap of bone. Elena watched the amber liquid spill across the polished wood, its sharp scent mingling with the suffocating smoke of Vincent’s unfinished cigar. She turned away, resisting the urge to complain about the suffocating scent. "You think this is a game, Elena?" Vincent snarled. She registered the barely restrained fury simmering beneath each word, but concentrated on his erratic pacing, footsteps heavy against the marble floor.

I feel so left out. Chase chuckled, “Don’t sulk any longer. You were too preoccupied with Reeves the other day.” He stated, emphasizing the name Reeves. Oh, so that’s why, I scoffed. Whatever the case may be, I had a good time yesterday, therefore it’s not worth knowing. “I think we’re lost. Clive literally nearly veered off the road earlier!” Jess screamed. Is that why there was so much yelling and screeching? They’re troublemakers, to say the least. “This bitch was seriously falling asleep while driving!”

my childhood playmate is someone I can recognize while the Sachiko I met this past few days is hard to understand who she is. "Sometimes fate can be cruel, it will make you ride it leading to a wrong approach. It feels like it is playing with your heart, you will meet someone and you wish and hope that it is the right person you have been looking for then suddenly truth explode like a grenade exposing it is the wrong person" he stated full of emotion. I guess he is right. "But sometimes it is not only the fate that can play cruelty against us, but it is also our heart and mind too. Fate lead while our heart and mind expects it, we also hope that it is the right person" I added. If only cruel