Taming Her Wild Heart. Novels & Stories

Heart to heart. "Do you hear that sound?" Saint implored in a voice both deep and filled with insane desire. "That heartbeat is for you. No one else makes me feel this way, and no one will ever make me feel this way. No other woman. You're my one and only mate, and if you need time, I will give you time—" "Okay, stop talking." Harper stood on her tiptoes, yet she couldn't reach her mate's lips. It made Saint smirk in amusement, but he bent down when his ruthless little mate sent him a glare.

I know I have a heart like a wild thing with snapping jaws, and matted furs but I had hang up my hands on hooks for you, pluck out all of my sharp teeth for the chance to be easy. -Trista Mateer. |L O R E N Z O| She is alive. She is breathing the same air and her heart is still beating inside her chest, even if cracked. The whole time while I was mourning her loss, walking at the pointed nails of her memories that resulted in my bleeding heart, she was very much alive.

She envisioned sap thickening, roots drinking deep, leaves unfurling. For a heartbeat, the oak responded. A faint tremor of vitality passed through its trunk, warming her palms. Relief surged—then shattered. A discordant energy shot up her arms, so violent she cried out. It was wild. Untamed. A surge that was not hers, not the forest’s. It crashed into her like a storm, filling her veins with something too vast, too ancient. She gasped, her back arching, eyes flashing white as the current burned through her. Her heartbeat stuttered, then raced to match its chaotic rhythm.

T A M I N G T H E W I L D C E O 2 Copyright © Agatha Rose All Rights Reserved. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Both Ella and Javier were impatiently waiting for their baby's arrival. They were both happy and most importantly, they loved each other. However life was a bitch and it would not be called 'life' if there was no complication, conflicts, sorrow, turmoil, or heartbreaks.

Is she broken? “You think that I give a damn about some sparks, Wyatt? I fell in love with you before the sparks. I didn’t give in to the sparks, and I still fell for you. I fell for your heart. I fell for the way you made me laugh. The way you cared for me, for my feelings. For my daughter, who is just as much your daughter," she pinned me beneath an icy gaze, "I fell in love with your dedication for your pack. I fell for everything that made you, you. None of that has changed just because I can’t feel the sparks anymore,” she muttered, her fresh tears glistening from the light of the moon shining through the window. She’d honestly left me speechless. I didn’t know what to say or how to res

Elias shook his head. “If that’s the case then why is your heart saying something else sweetheart, why is it beating so fast? So out of rhythm?” he asked as he placed one of his hand just above my chest and listened to it carefully. I wanted to push him away, but I was weak to his touch.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control the tempest of emotions that threatened to consume her. "Liam, why do you attract all these wild women?" she cried out, her despair mingling with the fury that coursed through her veins. Vivian's anger was all-consuming, her desire for Liam's undivided attention transforming into a dangerous obsession that blinded her to all reason. As she paced the confines of her room, her gaze fell upon a silver pen, its sharp edge glinting ominously in the dim light. Without hesitation, she grasped it tightly, the metal biting into her flesh as she squeezed it with all her might. The pain was a welcome distraction from the

It is the core of her being, stripped of the armor she has spent years building. Watching this side of her, I feel a shift in my own heart that is deeper than anything I have experienced before. My wolf is leaning into the connection, but my human heart is doing something else entirely. I am falling for her all over again, but it is deeper this time. I am falling for the mess. I am falling for the blood-smeared cheeks and the wild, golden heat in her eyes. I am falling for the girl who can tear a man apart and then push her hair back with a look of pure, satisfied serenity. There is no part of her that I want to change. I don't want her to be softer or more predictable. I want this fire. I w

He whispered in my ear. He flips us so that he'll be on top... He captures my lips before I can deny. I guess we're in for a wild morning. His strong arm encircle my waist.. he cursed, cupping my face with his palms and devouring my lips in a feverish, explosive kiss Heart burning... Head spinning... Heart reaching. The race has officially begun.. after all, I gave him the green light to push my limit, to send me to oblivion in just a few seconds.

My sweet girl is lonely. “Whatever you feel like watching is okay by me,” Manny said sweetly as he would talk to a little kid. “Fine!” My little tiger stomped her feet petulantly and walked over to the big TV-about 75inches long. She reached into the cabinet below it. “I prefer N*****x series but the network is down I guess due to the rain so we have to re-watch old CDs.” She finally settled on some crappy rom-com shot in the 90s and she skittered away to the kitchen to make the popcorn.