2 Hearts Book Novels & Stories

I was surrounded by people with bad hearts. Ace and Aaron walked over to me. A bad-hearted man, Aaron seemed to take full care of me. Looking at me with that wild gaze, I could even hear her heart say that wild. These three people have different hearts. The wild-looking guy, Ace. His heart spoke differently from the appearance of a delinquent, his heart did not say so. I heard her heart say, “Is she okay? I hope Aaron and Luna don't trap people anymore. I told him secretly! ”.

The reasons for the broken marriage would be revealed in the next part. The second part of this book is named, Yearning Hearts and is ongoing, currently. If you haven't read my other stories then please do give them a try as well. I would be really grateful. Thank You, Shrishtee

I smiled back and the look she gave me is the proof that I didn’t do it whole heartedly. What can I do when I don’t feel that smile in that heart of mine???

I asked and he lifted his head from my lap. “How can your heart split, Beauty? There’s no such thing,” he said. “Then there’s no such thing as two hearts in one person,” I said. My stomach twisted. What if my heart got split truly? What if one heart beats for Russell and Lucian? How? How do I live with two hearts in one body? Fear gripped me and I got overwhelmed by it instantly. “Come on, Beauty, don’t wear that confused look. Forget what I said. I must be hallucinating indeed. Now cheer up,” Russell said and I smiled, taking his words for it.

Outside the window, the city glittered on, indifferent as ever to the small, enormous thing that had just happened in an office on the fortieth floor — but for the first time since a coffee shop shift and a stranger's desperate offer had first collided our two lives together, neither Damien nor I needed the city, or the company, or anyone else's approval, to know exactly what we'd found. Later that evening, we stood together on the penthouse terrace, the same view that had once felt like a stranger's fortune and now felt like home. I thought about everything it had taken to arrive at this particular quiet — my father's hand steady around a coffee cup again, Priya's laughter still echoing som

Adrian gripped her hand. “Amina—”. She stated that we were not choosing. The core pulsed again. And suddenly—. The space around them shifted. Not collapsing. Not breaking. Recreating. Two routes opened before them.'. Identical. Parallel. All lead directly into the heart. Amina stared at them. “What's this?”. Adrian's voice lowered. “…It's forcing the decision.”. A pause. “Separately.”. That realization hit instantly. If they walked together—.

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Book Two: The Green Dawn Chapter 214: The Doorway of Hearts The words upon the crystal pool shimmered. "Every heart that answers another becomes a doorway." No one spoke. The sentence needed no explanation. It settled quietly into every soul gathered beneath the living roots. The First Dreamers stood at the foot of the radiant path. Their small hands clasped together. Some were excited. Others nervous. None wished to turn back. Ama looked at each child.

Dear Beloved Readers, From the very first chapter of Book 1, you took a chance on this story. You welcomed the characters into your hearts, stayed up late turning pages, felt every betrayal, every touch, every whispered promise, and every shattered dream. Because of you—your reads, your comments, your tears, your theories, and your unwavering support—this journey has grown far beyond what I ever imagined. And now… we are stepping into Book 2. If Book 1 was about discovery—about passion, secrets, and the dangerous thrill of love—then Book 2 is about consequences.

If things got worse, I figured I knew where to start for looking for a rogue that might actually help as part of this cure. I took back to sitting on my bed with a spell book reading through it trying to learn different techniques. The pages were worn, and I was careful not to tear them, or as Hilda continued to remind me, I would find myself out on the street. I stifled a yawn as I began reading the words blurring together as I try to focus on the letters one after another. The ground is littered with dead bodies, all with their hearts cleaved out of their chest. In the centre is that feral beast I know too well. Dark eyes and razor-sharp teeth drip from his jaw as he tears into yet another