Shark Heart A Love Story Novels & Stories

THE ATTRACTION O What to expect… Heart rate unexpectedly increases Before my eyes is the unexpected Never thought I’ll be enchanted Never thought I’ll be captured Who is she? She looks like a rare beauty But what to do? Should I chase? Or should I stay? O what a dilemma BY, STESSY B. JAMIE Fred chuckles lightly over the phone before saying, “I will try to get the ‘Boss’ out of my mouth but its going to take some time”

What a stark contrast from the erotic experience I’d had while in the throes of passion. Tears flooded my cheeks. I whimpered and begged for him to stop. The sound of him sucking my blood from my body thundered through my ears. I could feel my life force leaving. I was sure he was going to kill me right then and there. When he finally did stop, I had barely enough where-with-all left in me to breath, let alone do anything else.

Sidney sighed, and told her about her weekend in the cabin, and the boardroom. Valerie listened as she narrated everything, and judged that her friend, after many years of suffering heartbreak at the hands of her ex-boyfriend was finally falling in love. “And according to the look in your eyes, you’re falling in love with him, right?” The look Sidney gave Valerie could make the room temperature go down ten degrees. “Okay, but I think you already love him,” Valarie said. “How can I meet someone for the first time, stay with him for almost two days, and just love him already?”

He kissed her head so passionately that he forgot everything around us. She snuggled into her arms even more. Taking in the overwhelming comfort it gave me, it felt like her heart was about to explode. She felt so secure. He pressed her lips so passionately against the top of her head. "Keep your eyes open, Sunshine." He murmured softly. She blinked her eyes and pulled her a little, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, overwhelming joy flowing throughout me. He stepped back to look into her eyes. Her eyes looked weary and he thought he saw love, longing in her eyes.

I knitted my eyebrows and brought his palm near my heart. “Are you hearing this?” I questioned with a weak smile and instantly his eyes snapped in my direction. He looked at me, then his palm and then lastly held an eye contact with me. His eyes were pale, devoid of every emotions except confusion. “Can I hate my heartbeat?” I asked again but he only searched my face and few minutes later he shook his head. And that’s when my smile went mode bigger. “This heartbeat is for you. So if I couldn’t hate it then how can I hate you?” I said softly and he gets almost startled in shock.

I wondered just how deeply he loved her that he refused to even remove the scars. Every time, he would grin lazily, stare at me with fake affection, and kiss my eyelids. "I barely remember her anymore. Mallory, you're the only woman I love now.” Back then, I had fallen for those false honeyed words. Only now did I finally understand. He wasn't gazing at me whenever he kissed my eyes. No, he was seeing my sister through me because we shared similar eye shapes. My chest hurt so badly it felt numb. "But you knew everything!” I screamed. "You knew what she did to me! So, why would you still do this to me?”

Scarlett said, looking far off, excited about the picture she painted them. Shadow's eyes were on Shawna he was shaking his head no at what she wanted him to do. He couldn't let her die, the boys needed her….he needed her. Shawna pleaded with him silently trying to will him to agree to Shaid's plan. Shawna looked at him with a sad smile and said, “I love you.” Then she threw herself backwards causing Shaid to lose her balance, Shaid reacted and pulled her hands from Shawna's neck as they both fell to the ground. Shawna's neck was bleeding, she was fighting for air, but couldn't get any air in, she was choking on her own blood. She knew what was happening, she just hope Shadow would get to St

"This is our story." Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of connection to Michael. "I was thinking of us when I painted it," she admitted. "Our journey, our love." Michael turned to her, his eyes shining with tears. "I'm so grateful for you, Sarah. For your art, your heart, your love." Sarah's heart swelled with emotion as Michael pulled her into a tender embrace. She felt seen, heard, and understood in a way she never had before. As they hugged, Sarah knew that their love was the real masterpiece – a work of art that would continue to evolve and grow with each passing day

She shot a stare at me as the smile that was once hanging on her face disappeared quickly. My heart was racing as I continued to stare into her eyes. "It's called love at first sight." I shot a smile at her but she didn't return the smile. "It isn't love at first sight, it's only an infatuation and I don't do love at first sight or whatever it's called. I will wait patiently for my mate, which you are not." She returned and began to walk away. "At least tell me your name," I yelled after her from behind. "I am Sharon," she returned to me and she was gone.

He had been right, she would break, her mind snapping like a pencil. Still naked, Carine crawled to where the poker she had cast aside lay and grabbed it, sitting up and testing the point with her fingertip. She had done a good job of sharpening the point and an insane thought entered her mind. She hauled herself to her feet and crossed to the wall. With an overwhelming sadness in her heart, Carine raised the poker until the point hovered over her heart, supporting it there as she started to run for the far wall.