They’ll Take My Heart Over My Dead Body Novels & Stories

Athena always remembers her father's message that she should always take care of her heart. “We are poor, Athena, but we must not be poor at heart. Fill your heart with kindness, then you will become a rich man before God.” And now her father is gone. In an accident at work, her father was hit by a rock while passing him upstairs. Her father worked as a construction laborer on an apartment building project and he died instantly. In the midst of this heavy rain, Athena's heart broke when she remembered her father, as well as when she remembered that the necklace of her father's pendant had been snatched by the evil Alex. Athena's tears flowed profusely. It felt like she'd better just die.

Charlotte, what is your heart made of? Each word struck her like an ice-cold knife buried deep in her chest. Her whole body trembled violently, every nerve on fire. Her eyes went wide, veins reddening fast. For a moment, it felt as if the world itself was cracking and crumbling around her. Charlotte's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She could only let out ragged, desperate gasps. The truth hit her like a hammer. For years, she had hated the wrong man, trusted a liar, and loved the wrong person.

So Fucking worth it. “I love you, Ace.” I whispered hoping that somehow, someway, he’d hear me. I’d do anything to see him again: hear his laugh, feel his touch, rub my hands through his hair. But I know now that that’ll never happen. I’ll have to settle with haunting his ass from hell, and I’ll be okay with that as long as I get to see him in some form. I know that most people would want their lovers to move on after their death, but I am certainly not most people. I’ll haunt any bitch that goes near him, scaring them away, so even while I’m burning in the scorching depths of hell, he won’t be with anyone else. I am one selfish asshole, I know.

"So tell us, what are you trying to get out of the Hayes family? "Wait, no." After speaking, Seth leaned closer to me with a provocative look. "First, prove whether this person actually died or if you're making it up." I suppressed the rage burning inside me and looked at Scarlett once more. "Sign the papers." Seth smiled mockingly. "You really think you're something special, don't you? "Scarlett, just sign it already. What kind of stunt is this supposed to be? Who's he trying to scare?

“Never. No matter who tries it or how badly you want to get rid of me, I won’t leave. Only over my dead body.” I smile, despite how much it hurts. “Over your dead body it is then. If it comes to it - I will die to get you away from my family.”

Over my dead body. You my cute Elmo.. you're mine

He murmured to himself. Over his dead body would he ever let them go. ________________

He bent down to me. "You can sense that, correct," he asked roughly and ran his fingers down my cheek. I nodded my head and sighed with my eyes closed feeling his touch and the memories it invoked. Rai chuckled and turned to the fates with his brow raised in wait for their answer. Morgan pulled her sister to her side and mumbled something into her ear, making Elise smirk. That told me they had no intention of leaving either of us alone and Rai sensed the same thing. I felt a gust of air and heard two thuds hit the floor. The sound echoed through the empty museum and I gritted my teeth at the two bodies that fell next to the decapitated heads. "Oh shit, you just killed the fates, Destiny is g

His condition was getting weaker and weaker. His face fell into the embrace of my chest, so cold and pale. This nostalgic sensation, I had experienced during my mother's death. Do I have to feel the same way a second time? Someone dies in my hands and I can't do anything about it? 'No. This won't happen.' "Take my heart," I said. Fatal. Everyone who heard me fell silent as if they were watching a million-volt lightning strike the room. "Take my heart now. If left unattended, Alpha Charles could die."

“Over my dead body.” That grin of his widened, devilish and cruel. “It’ll be my pleasure to grant that wish.” He pulled out a blade, the metal catching the dim light of the room. “Any last words?” he sneered. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Just air. Was this it? Was this how I was meant to die? Trapped, alone, and helpless in the hands of a monster?