Novel & Cerita Something Got A Hold On My Heart

Emma POV It felt like a hand was squeezing my heart. I couldn’t move it away. I couldn’t get it to let my heart go. My heart couldn’t even beat properly. The hand was too strong. It seemed like the squeeze would become too hard at one point, and my heart would just stop beating. It felt like something heavy was sitting on my chest. I had the urge to fight and move it away, but there was nothing there. It was all in my head.

My heart slammed once, hard, because I could feel it now, clear, intentional. “It’s trying to use it,” And then it pulled…..hard.

My heart had legit stopped for a second. Ths rub patches of his palm slid against the softness of my skin. His giant hand clasped mine in a firm grip, conveying his authority and dominance over all of us. Thankfully, it didn’t tingle. But my heart did miss a beat. That hand had killed many but all I felt was a strange sense of comfort. His strong grip spoke of tenacity. He knew how to hold onto something.

I stared at Wilson as if the world had suddenly tilted. The noise of the restaurant faded again, the chatter of guests and clinking of glasses dissolving into the background once again. The whole world stood at a stand still just for us. The only thing I could hear was Wilson’s breathing… it was uneven, desperate, begging “I love you.” The words hung between us My throat tightened. For months I had tried to bury everything connected to Vegas. Russell. Wilson. Them……

Weeks Later. After a month, I was feeling better. I’d been getting antsy since I saw and heard about them. I couldn’t forget or take them out of my mind. I kept trying to get them out of my head, but it was more difficult than I imagined. It was impossible for me because they had infiltrated my heart without realizing it. I had lost my heart to them. They were the controllers of my heart.

I can’t let the waves of your love engulf me yet, I got to be sane All Hearts !!

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

my heartbeat accelerated abnormally as I watched her fingers which were placed on his chest as they danced. "Fuck!" a low growl escaped my mouth as I threw my head to the back and rested it on my seat in both rage and frustration. frustrated because I couldn't understand this unfamiliar feeling inside my heart, this longing feeling to see her and this possessiveness that my heart screamed. I had asked my boys to send me pictures of her every seconds she spent in that party but my heartbeat hadn't stopped beating abnormally fast since a an hour ago when I was told that she had left the hall but hasn't been seen anywhere outside the building.

He wrapped his arms around me in a tender but firm hold as if he were trying to shield me from the world. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself enjoy the simple act of being held. The warmth of his body seeped into mine, chasing away the chill of the evening and the darker thoughts eating at the edges of my mind. I closed my eyes, pressing my face against his chest. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, a steady rhythm that slowly lulled the frantic pounding of my own heart.

I'm still holding onto her hair, yanking it so that her face is angled up toward me. Her mouth falls open, and she flicks her tongue over her lower lip, still plump from the kiss. Her chest rises and falls, and holy shit I want to put my mouth on her tits. I think my goddamned heart is going to pound right out of my chest, I want her so bad. This is how people have heart attacks, I think. I don't even have my cock in her and I feel like my fucking heart is about to explode. "Marcus, this can't - "