Wicked Hearts Novels & Stories

Just because I am human means I got no feelings and emotions, he is hurting me with his words thinking I don’t understand what a werewolf feels when they reject a mate or are rejected by a mate. “If it is what makes you feel better then okay. I, Sachiko Walter accept your rejection as your mate” my own words made me want to throw up as I feel my heart being squished. My words were clear as the day today but feelings are dark as the night. Why is this feeling making me lose my sanity? What is it getting rejected and accepting the rejection? Without any other words, I turned my back on him leaving him speechless with my acceptance. Maybe he is right I’m just a human who understands nothing ab

It hurts seeing her as someone's wife, it fucking hurts watching your love of life moving on and you are still stuck on her. How he wished if there was chance to go back into past and mend his mistakes. Sadly it would never happen. You can't bring back the passed time. In the same way he can't undo the past. It will never let you in peace. You can never be move out of it. It would haunt you , test you but never leave you. He wanted to burn his heart to ashes if that even possible. He was dying from inside since the moment he saw her. He couldn't bear it anymore, it's all too much to take in.

But I remember your words so clearly now. Crysler, this time, everyone will know who is more powerful? And who deserves the position of the leader of the pack. It was never about power, Crysler, I loved you so much! And I thought you loved me, you cared for me. When I saw you with that girl, I didn't believe it. But you made it about power. Crysler, you chose power over your love. Lucy was right!!! She said you were The Wicked Alpha. And you proved it very well!!!

Holly watched them scurry off, half expecting them to head inside and rope Andrei in, but they disappeared through a side gate she had failed to notice until now. As soon as they were out of sight, she returned her attention to the bar, trading Willow's half-full whiskey for a bottle of sparkling water. She uncapped it and handed it to Willow. "Here. You need to sober up!" "I'm not drunk!" Willow insisted as she pushed the water away. "And what's so wrong with what I said? Why were you being all politically correct with me? They are Russians, aren't they? Daddy calls them the crazy Russians! Even Liam! We all call them crazy—"

the salesperson meekly explained. Outraged, I went to Carl's place to look for him, only to find that his master bedroom was filled with my favorite baby blue roses. "Angela and I are going to get married. You'll give us your blessings, right, Iris?" Carl asked as he eyed me tentatively and handed me a wedding invite. I saw the way he looked at me. It was as if he feared I would ruin his wedding. "I, Iris Gardner, am not someone who can't let go. Since I said I don't love you anymore, I meant it. Don't underestimate me."

The guests exchanged silent glances, knowing it was Rob who had initiated the flirtation, and Dorothy had eagerly followed his lead. Pitying, almost sympathetic glances now rained down on me from all directions. As Dorothy's anger boiled over, Rob flashed me a grin. "Dorothy gave me her heart when she was 18. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You insisted on waiting until the wedding night. Have you ever stopped to consider how difficult these past few years have been for her, holding back like that?" My laugh grew colder, edged with ice. A flicker of guilt crossed Dorothy's eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, erased by Rob's provocative words.

0 – Heartfelt emotions – Past heartbreaks are shared, bonding them emotionally and sexually. 122. Study Alone – Lingering touches – Hands graze over papers and legs, teasing escalating to heated kisses. 123. Dorm Room Storm 3.0 – Ultimate passion – Thunder outside mirrors the heat inside; fully steamy and intimate scene. 124. Midnight Heartbeats – Pride surrendered – Both surrender fully to desire and love, pride finally broken. 125. Campus Festival 3.0 – Public flirting, private passion – Playful touches in public, intimate encounters in private. 126. First Official Love Confession – Words and hearts aligned – Verbal declaration of love seals their emotional journey.

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.