Reckless Hearts Novels & Stories

She added. "Ady I will find something to hold upon but not someone. I am not ready for this. I know you and everyone wants me to settle down and see me happy, but trust me settling down won't make me happy. I can't trust anyone, it's just so complicated."I said "Okay fine we will talk about this later but before let's go to the park before those love birds send a search team for us. I met them in the park and they were so worried about you."

I once wanted to make his cover of this song as my dedicated ringtone on his phone, but he adamantly refused to oblige. Now, when I saw Angela's name flashing on his screen, my heart filled with bitterness that couldn't be put into words. His refusal hadn't been because he didn't want to do it. He simply didn't think I deserved it. Carl took the call and answered in an exceptionally gentle voice. "I accidentally burned myself while I was making breakfast, Carl. Can you take me to the hospital to get it checked?" Angela asked. Her voice was sweet, and she sounded a little teary.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

Glass shattered, screams ripped through the air, and the scent of gunpowder choked the room. Chaos erupted like a dam bursting. People scrambled for cover, bodies colliding in a panicked stampede. My gaze darted around, searching for the source of the carnage. Seven figures, black silhouettes against the flashing lights, had infiltrated the club, their faces obscured by masks, their hands spitting fire.

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

We were also running out of mountain. The black heart learned from failure with obscene speed. It abandoned the broad shape of the office and narrowed the memory to one specific line of force: touch. Fingers at the back of my neck. Breath between us. The tiny pause before everything changed. It stripped away witnesses, walls, and context until only the charged space between two people remained. Then it poisoned that too, trying to make longing itself look like surrender.

The midnight hour stretched, a private universe for two hearts finally unafraid to speak their truths, explore desire, and surrender fully to each other. In that silence, with whispered confessions and trembling bodies, Harper and Emery finally allowed themselves to feel everything they’d been holding back, igniting a fire that neither of them would ever want to extinguish.

He gunned the engine, ignoring the signal and speeding through the intersection, the rush of adrenaline fueling his reckless drive. Rosie's terrified voice still lingered in his mind, fueling his desperation to reach her. He yearned to sprout wings and fly to her side. But reality cruelly denied him that power, leaving him to rely on his car. So he drove like a madman, weaving through traffic with a daredevil's abandon. The risk of an accident barely registered in his mind; all that mattered was getting home, getting to Rosie. Skidding tires, blaring horns, and screeching brakes accompanied his frantic journey, his sole focus fixed on reaching her before it was too late.

There was⁠ a t⁠ime in my life w‌hen I‌ f‍e‌lt wi‍ld, carel‌ess,‌ an‍d completely free. A time when the ni​ghts fe⁠l‌t like they belonged t‍o me—hip-hop​ music, disco lights, Casamigos in my hand, sweat⁠ on my skin, and no‌ responsibilitie​s calling my name.

"Reckless? My whole damn love life just turned out to be a lie. You tell me what the hell reckless even means right now." With that, I walked out, the sound of my own heartbeat haunting me more than ever.