The Heartless Novels & Stories

she says sounding shocked by my reaction. "You should send back a heart without being asked to, bad friend Hore," I say and she groans. "I'm on a call with you at two am," she growls at me. "Doesn't make up for not sending back a heart, I'm sensitive," I lied. "Liar, you're the toughest bitch I know," she says. "Oh, thank you," I thank her with a smile on my face, it's time for me to sleep, I'm exhausted and I have a busy day tomorrow.

Ruthless Billionaire’s Little Sparrow Part 61-1 PLEASE VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW ME Author’s POV Few hours back He was a heartless demon, drowned in evilness and darkness, feeding on fear to give sick pleasure to his psychotic neurons with drenching into blood.

She asked. "Let's use the words heartless and dangerous. Everyone considers him as the next in line after the Devil, he kills without thinking, go against him and you're dead, and that's why I'm surprised you're still breathing, despite what you did" Ace said. He probably giving her advice to be careful about the boss (Axton). "Are you trying to tell me, everyone in this hoard is afraid of him?" Megan asked again. "Yes, every single being here is afraid of him, he's not someone you can step on, that why you shouldn't do anything to annoy him, he might just kill you".

He longed to tell her she had never left his thoughts, but my mother had already let him go for good. She locked him out of her life. She would not even let me near him. My mother raised me, and my heart belonged to her. I refused the wealth that could have been mine, choosing instead to remain by her side. I wished for us to keep living as we always had. A father had never existed in my world. I never needed one; my mother was enough. Yet the man I loved destroyed my only family with one merciless scheme. If only I had not trusted so blindly, my mother might still be alive.

, and I found it simply too much of an eyesore. There was a huge crack running down the center of the plaque, as if representing the broken, shattered love that was left between Ariana and me. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down for a moment. Then, I opened my eyes again. My gaze was now clear and determined. I didn't want a love that was so shaky and rickety anymore. Ariana also wasn't worth any of the affection I had for her anymore. … It was almost 10:30 pm by the time I got back to the home that Ariana and I shared. I was just about to enter the bedroom when I suddenly saw what was going on inside.

"And your father can spend his remaining years in a prison cell. It makes no difference to me, Celestine. The choice is entirely yours." I stared into his dark, ruthless eyes, searching for even a flicker of mercy, a hint of the boy I vaguely remembered from society galas years ago. There was nothing left of that boy. This was a monster in a tailored suit. "You are a heartless bastard," I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them. His eyes hardened, a dangerous glint passing through them, but his voice remained deadly calm.

With a roll of her eyes, Alina whispered equally as harsh, "Yeah she knows because apparently she's one of us too and before you ask, no I didn't know. Its the first time my father hasn't wished me for my birthday. I guess he got one of his demons to do his bidding." "That he did," Kendra confirmed, "Imagine my surprise when my father who I hadn't seen for twelve years pitched up in my room out of nowhere and began telling me things which shouldn't actually exist." Alina muttered something under her breath that Kendra and I didn't quite catch, "I'm sorry Ken. The heart, its a relic of some sort. Some say its Lucifer's heart and that's why he's so ruthless. Its something my father always held

she screamed at me "He deserved it, he's a fucking player, he impregnated Sophie and dumped her, apparently he also impregnated a girl called Kimberly and dumped her too, he's just using you" "Stop lying to me Jacqueline, you claim Warren to be hot-headed but you're the one who's filled with nothing but bitterness and anger... you have no fucking emotions, Jacqueline, you're cruel and cold-hearted" she cried bitterly. she raised her arm to slap me but Lorenzo held her hand just in time "If you dare to touch her, you won't have any fucking hand" he aggressively threw her hand down I stood there in silence as I watch her sit beside Leonard's dead body crying, I never thought about Melinda's fe

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.