Wicked Hearts Novels & Stories

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

But, of course, he would not tell Gina that. With a smirk, he replied, "She is a thrill and that is something you do not have." Stacey felt another thorn pierced through her already wounded heart but, just like what she had been doing for the past years, she pretended like she was not hurt. She still wore that stoic expression she managed to master after getting hurt over and over again due to her failure to make her husband fall for her again. "A thrill?" She snickered with much contempt. "How is she a thrill? Is it the fact that she had slept with a lot of men before? Didn't you hate that part of hers because she reminds you of that stripper who ruined your family?"

I eyed the golden watch on the table, pretending to be interested in something else while inching closer to the table. I knew it was wrong to steal but I couldn’t help it. I was hungry and I didn’t want to die. I couldn't afford to hesitate. I moved closer, each step calculated. Something in my head whispered caution, but hunger roared just a little louder. I could nearly hear the eulogy now: Artemis Vincent, dead at 22 because she was too virtuous to swipe a watch left behind by some rich guy.

"Hate? Jeremiah, you're not even worth hating. You're just a liar—someone who's been deceiving me from start to finish." He suddenly grabbed my wrist. "When did I ever lie to you?" "You and Yvonne—" "She's just a colleague." "Is that so?" I sneered. "Because the two of you didn't look like 'just colleagues' on that rooftop." He froze. "You saw?" "So what if I did?" I shook his hand off. "Jeremiah, leave. I'm tired." He stayed where he was. "Queenie, just listen—" "There's nothing to hear," I said. "You two suit each other. I'm stepping out of the way. Enjoy your happiness."

That can't be real. Jake felt like his whole system dropped. As if his whole life had been stomped by a giant and was crumpled into a piece of paper. When he said he is an avid fan, he meant he is an avid fan and this news just broke his heart. They were a dream couple, their marriage was full of rainbows and sparkles. But of course, what's a relationship without storms and thunders anyway? That was the most unexpected news of his life. After reading the whole article, he still understood nothing. His heart is breaking for them. He was about to sigh when something written on the article caught his eyes. Then, a little gasp went out of his mouth.

he shouted once again and jerked his hand away from my grip. "Those women you see at our NGO, you should have seen their scars Naina and all this is so easy for you...okay...If you thought of doing something so horrible to stay away from me then it's better we stay apart, right?" he asked without giving me a chance to explain. *****

“A little wig and makeup, and you’ll be all dolled up in no time to make the perfect Cinderella. Take it from me, you’re Cinderella material.” “Nah, I’ll pass.” He said, then leaned back. “You can’t bail on us, Jen. All the other roles have been taken. This is your only to chance to become a member of the club.” “I…” “Think about it, Jenna. I’ll be back.” ******************************* Conrad Declan’s POV I closed the small space between us and crushed my lips against Anika’s. She sighed as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, her hands moving to grip onto my hair. My hands dropping to run down her bare arms and down over her waist.

He looked so much in pain and had difficulty with breathing. Several people then entered the room, trying to help the mayor who was now fighting for his life due to a heart attack. The office phone in the room kept ringing. Meanwhile, the sound from the television was still loud, “We are still trying to contact Mr. Wellbert to ask about this information. Is it true that he has abandoned his own blood for money? Is it true that he has sold his daughter to gain power?” One of Wellbert's men picked up the phone that kept ringing,

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

He whispered. "Sure,why not." I replied then Frank nodded. Hmm,my high school wasn't going to be as bad as I thought it'd be. I was happy and Frank swept me off my feet with these little things he did for me. I didn't need expensive bags and clothes to be impressed. So I was honestly impressed and more in love with Frank than I have ever been. Maybe he liked me and that's why he was mean to me earlier. I heard that when people try to suppress the feelings they have for someone they turn around to be mean to them. Maybe that was the case between I and Frank Kingston. Maybe now, he's more matured and knows that it'll do no good to suppress his feelings. I had hopes. But I wasn't letting him kn