Reckless Hearts Novels & Stories

I checked the files that were left on my desk, I had three cases that I was working on, and one of them was my favourite type of case, the one that included a passion crime, a crime of love. My client which I'm very proud to represent has caught her husband, the man she married ten years ago cheating on her, in the bed that she made that morning, on the bedding she paid for, and if that wasn't enough they had the audacity to eat the food she cooked for them to enjoy that night, the mistress even petted her beloved dog. After my client saw all of that, she had every right to go crazy, to hit the said mistress with a bat, breaking her skull in half, although I agreed with everything my client

"But this isn't Jaco's style. Church Street was so messy and chaotic." "Maybe being in the wind for so long has forced him to adapt!" "I don't think so. Remember in Clifton Bay when Jaco killed Blake's lover and his partner and that blackmailing bitch editor? All three hits were well-planned, and the crime scenes were clean. Nothing tied him to them—" "Except for the black roses." "Right," Igor nodded. "Except for the black roses. But that thing in your pocket...neither of us can agree it's a black rose. I just think you're seeing things that aren't there."

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

As I stood to leave, Melinda's foot shot out, tripping me. Caught completely off guard, I tumbled to the floor. A glass ornament nearby toppled over, shattering into pieces all around me. Her eyes burned with undisguised malice as she pressed her heel into the back of my hand, driving shards of glass into my palm. The intense pain nearly caused me to lose consciousness. Amidst my agony, Jeffrey's angry voice jolted me back to reality. "Evalyn! How long will you keep up this act? Are you staging this pathetic scene just for money now?"

A twist of gravel climbed into the hills, much like a thought Damian hadn’t wanted to meet again. That grip on the wheel shifted when the gates appeared, cold and high under a washed, out sky. Safety used to live behind bars like that, bought without asking the price. Fear shaped him then, he built walls, thick with stone, sealed tight by metal, thinking it would hold everything dangerous outside while keeping what mattered most caged where he could see it. Out here, when the gates swung wide, what met their ears wasn’t quiet. It never is.

Their desire had only grown stronger, the forbidden fruit too sweet to resist. Outside the club, the Lagos night hummed with life—honking cars, distant music from street vendors, the ever-present struggle of a city where wealth and poverty danced in uneasy tension. Isolde Adeyemi had climbed from modest beginnings to the top of the corporate ladder through sheer will and intelligence. Yet here she was, risking everything for the one man she couldn’t have. Thorian cupped her face. “I don’t know how this happened. But I can’t walk away from you, Izzy. From Isolde. From whatever this is.”

“Go slow dear heart, do not race.. At Least not on the wrong track, You will lose it in the end, come back! All Hearts!!

There was a warning in her voice, her eyes were releasing fire. This impossible, rude, possessive and bipolar man will cause her a heart attack. Nathan slowed down, but it's still fast. She just faced the window and closed her eyes. She felt so tired, she is so sure that Nathan won't bow down even if he had a mistake.

Sara told storied of her , justin and landons friendships. Without warning, the car hit a pothole and jerked suddenly, causing both women to lurch forward and bang their heads on the back seat. As they tried to recover from the jolt, they heard a deafening noise and the car began to spin out of control. Crystal felt a hot liquid seeping down her forehead, causing her vision to blur as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

My heart raced, pounding out a frantic rhythm that echoed the desperation I felt. I could almost hear the dark laughter of my fears, taunting me from the shadows. But in that moment of despair, I realized that surrendering to the darkness was not an option. My heart, reckless yet undeniably fierce, wouldn’t let me crumble. I had to fight—not just for myself, but for everything Armando and I held dear.