Savage Hearts Jt Geissinger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Of course. Which is why you’re a perfect match for Jenna.” I pinched Jeanette as I glared at her, “I don’t think I want Stig, as my date. I can’t stand him!” “I heard that,” Stig said. “You were supposed to.” I replied sharply. Jeanette glared back at me, “You don’t have any other option, Jenna. He’s a hottie! A fine one.” “He can hear you,” I said. “He’s supposed to.” Jeanette replied. “Point is, he’s all you’ve got. You should be thanking him.”

I snarl, pressing the blunt edge to his chest as he grips my wrist, stopping me from impaling him. “Do it pumpkin … you’ll the only one I’ll ever let hurt me. This heart will only ever belong to you,” he grits out as we both catch our breaths. Tears prick my eyes as I stare at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?” I snap, panic filling me as he grips my hands tight as he lowers my hand to his chest. I see the blood spill out as my heart hammers. No, stop! I didn’t mean it! His breathing is strained as he digs the knife into his flesh. “I’m proving it to you, only you,” he grits out, his teeth clamped together. He then loosens his grip, tossing the knife across the room as bits of furniture

she couldn't understand why, she assumed it was with the same intention as her, and Jelena was attracted to Axel and so another rivalry started but this time, unlike Rita, Jenela was her superior. Axel had no idea what was going on in Gretel's mind, he was just grateful that Jelena appeared to save him from her clutches. Unlike the delusional Gretel, Axel was very certain that Jelena had not the slightest interest in him. In fact, the thought never came to mind and he never wondered why or even realized that she treated him differently. Who was Jelena Savage? Well, if anyone asked him, he would only reply with one sentence; "She is the devil" Axel returned to the dorms and took away a few th

And being the reasonably logical man that I was, I stuffed that can of worms deep down and refused to speak about it As I locked the door Tyrese and one of The Isley Brothers extolled the virtues of having a girl who loved them. Why the fuck did Tyrese ever think it was a good idea to team up with Tank and Ginuwine? Something small and soft touched my forearm and I barely resisted the urge to jump a mile and scream like a banshee, because what the fuck!! Looking down, I saw a hand. Long, slender fingers with bright coral nail polish, that contrasted sharply against smooth mahogany skin. I followed an arm covered by a red puffer jacket to a face with big chocolate brown eyes, stretched wide a

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

As the pieces fell into place, she whispered, “That’s how you were able to save my life. You moved with preternatural speed?” “I prefer to think of it as supernatural speed, but yeah.” “When you were looking at my chest but not at my breasts, were you listening…to my heart?” An impressed smile flashed across him. Elias teased, “You didn’t look at her boobs? What are you—” He shut up at Darius’s look. “Not joke time. Right. Sorry.” She pointed at his t-shirt. “Show me your wounds.” Again he was impressed by her intelligence. Without argument, he pulled it off, ripping the gauze off immediately with nervous fingers. Her hand fluttered to her mouth on widening eyes. She gingerly reached out and

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

He simply says the word again. “I am sorry, Inessa. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” He says these words, locking his gaze with mine, and trust me, it does something to my stupid heart as it starts beating crazy wild. It feels as if a storm was coming towards me without any warning, and this outburst will drift me away from my shore, from my universe.

As he sees me trying to make another step and sweats are running in my forehead “I want to push harder Bryan” my hands were tired from the pressure I am putting in just to make another step forward but this time, I lose my grip and fell on my knee. There’s a quick soft hand that grabs me before I hit the ground face forward. “I got you” she’s fast as always “Slow down Harold, we don’t want to add trauma to your bone” he sounded so displeased so I listen and sit back. Kierra gestured to walk out of the picture “Thanks to you Kierra” and he winks at her while she just nod.