Red And Black Hearts Novels & Stories

His pace increased with every gasp that escaped my lips. "Harder, harder..Robert," I cried out a moan, despite the pressure of his cock hitting my core I felt I needed more. He was moving at a speed that made it seem I'd climax and die from a heart attack simultaneously. The intensity of it was making my heart constrict in my chest as my walls clenched tighter around him.

The last thing I saw before everything went black was the smug smile on Hester’s face as she stood outside the room. And then, darkness.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

“I didn’t want you to have to leave your life and family behind because of me and I know it sounds pathetic now, but I thought I was doing what was best for you.” Evan took two large strides until he was crouched in front of me, his face raging. “You thought it was best for me? What kind of pathetic excuse is that?” He grabbed my face and made me look him in the eyes. “You broke my heart Miller, after I let you, you broke it and now it can never be the same.” “And now it’s time you paid for your sins.”

Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in my ears, like beating wings. At that moment I was nothing, then I was everything. Chills ran over my skin, and fire burnt inside me. Her body pressed closer to mine, and I wrapped my arms around her neck. Her lips were warmer and softer than anything I could have imagined, yet fierce and powerful at the same time. Mine responded hungrily, and I tightened my hold on her. Her fingers slid down the back of my neck, tracing its shape, and every place they touched was electric. But perhaps the best part of all that was that I, Amora Black, guilty of constantly analyzing the world around me, well, I stopped thinking.

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

She was in their backyard watering their small colorful garden when Romaine appeared by the threshold. She was wearing a long-fitting black dress, with red stripes on its long sleeves and on its hem. Her belt was in a shimmering metallic red. On her right chest, a red rose circular brooch can be seen. Its golden edges seem to form like the sun's wide beaming rays. “Red, gold, and black are the color emblems of the vampires. The red rose is our sigil,” Romaine lectured while she walked towards her stepdaughter. Rozelyn, who seemed to not be expecting her stepmom’s formal attire, halted the watering hose with a single wave of her hand.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.