Hellbound Heart の小説・ストーリー

My heartbeat thudded heavy and uncertain in my chest. Maybe I’d reach out. Maybe soon. But not today. Today, I had to trust her. Makayla said she’d deal with Stacey. And I believed her. As I stood there, my breath fogged in the window, watching the snow settle in layers over the pines. The sun had dipped behind the mountains, casting long shadows over the drifts. The quiet was almost reverent—too serene for how much fire burned in my chest. I reached for my phone again.

The grand chamber that housed the Crimson Heart was a breathtaking sight. Pillars of polished obsidian rose to meet the vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light. In the center of the room, upon a pedestal of black stone, lay the Heart itself. It pulsed with an eerie light, radiating an energy that both mesmerized and terrified Aria. Evangeline, draped in her crimson gown, stood before the Heart, her hand outstretched towards it. A malevolent aura emanated from her, crackling with dark energy.

Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!” I collapsed. I was unable to support myself any longer. Fine shards of glass pierced my skin and stained the floor crimson. Hearing the commotion, my best friend Beryl rushed over in a panic. She held me and looked horrified. She shouted at Bryan, “Aria gave you her heart! She relies on an artificial heart now. She can’t drink! She’ll die! Do you even understand that?!”

My breaths came out trembling as I folded myself against the metal. The trunk lowered slightly from someone knocking a crate into place. I froze, holding perfectly still. Then—thud! The trunk closed. All I could see was pitch-black while my heart was hammering violently in my chest. I heard muffled voices as someone walked around outside. To make things worse, I recognize that voice. "Tell everyone to keep their eyes out tonight. No one escapes my watch.” Uno. I think I’m having a heart attack. Just when I thought I might be busted, a door slammed and I felt the SUV shifting as someone climbed in. The engine turned on and vibration traveled through me.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

The vampire clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Blenda could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate's twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the vampire's chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own very precarious situation.

Helena replied, hugging me. After I pull out of her embrace I look around. "I hope he doesn't hurt Delvin. I thought I was the only one feeling the mate bond" "That impossible my dear, Damien is feeling it. More than you cause he isn't only a werewolf but a vampire I'd say Damien is feeling it five hundred times yours"Helena laughed seeing the stunned expression on my face.