روايات وقصص ضمن Vulnerable Hearts

All I could hear was a heartbeat picking up, a heart beat I know that wasn't mine, because mine seemed faint and weak. "Do you hear that? You have my fucking heart Violette, nobody makes it beat like you do. We're almost there, hang on a bit. I love you too fucking much to let our story end like this. Not now, not when we just started." He confessed, as a small tear hit the side of my cheek, it only caused the ones brimming in mine to fall. Enzo hated being vulnerable because he was taught it would get him killed one day, that's why he was so closed off. His emotions were shown to him to be a sign of weakness, and his heart was caged off before he even learned to use it.

“The guys I borrowed from.” My heart dropped. I knew that Victor had taken out a loan. It was about a year ago, when his mother was terribly ill. The loan sharks in our area were known to be very dangerous– especially when their money wasn’t returned on time. I never wanted him to go that far, but it wasn’t like I had five thousand dollars laying around to give him for his mother’s surgery. He didn’t have a choice. And to think that she had ended up dying anyways was just cruel.

I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start." My lips quivered, tears threatening to spill. "In this life, I no longer want you. All I ask is that you leave me in peace." His breath hitched, his expression a tangle of anguish and conflict. "And if I refuse?" I stepped back, my voice steady. "You don't know, do you? I am Spring. I have countless ways to make you suffer." His eyes widened, his voice failing him. ... Maurice later informed me that Valerie, far from retreating, had doubled down.

“They’re afraid of you. They’ll never understand your strength.” Elena clutched her head, her fingers trembling. “Leave me alone,” she whispered, though no one was there to hear. She stumbled over a root, catching herself against a tree. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on her breathing, anything to drown out the Heart’s voice. But it was relentless. “They’ll turn on you the first chance they get. You know this. Look what happened to Victor. He trusted them, and they betrayed him. You’re better off alone.”

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

One night to find out what happens when walls come down and hearts become weapons and vulnerability becomes strength. One night that will determine everything that comes after.

“We’re safe here. We have food, blankets, candles… We’re going to be fine.” I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head again. “You don’t get it. I can’t…I just…” My voice cracked, words dissolving into a helpless sob I couldn’t contain. The vulnerability tore through me, humiliation mixing with fear. I was unraveling in front of a woman I barely knew, powerless to stop it.

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

It felt like countless needles were picking my fragile and soft heart. I looked up at the man towering in front of me as he stood straight preparing for a second attack. I could not understand the situation at all. What did I do wrong? I asked myself as I felt the familiar salty fluid rolling down my cheeks as I looked at the man I admired the most up to this very day, witnessing the unspeakable.

My eyes keep moving to the door, and then back to my laptop screen. Should I text Tripp and inform him about what's going on? My heart jumps out of my chest when I hear the door open. My eyes slowly shift to the glassed door. I set my eyes on a familiar face. "Hey," ~~~~