3 Intertwined Hearts Novels & Stories

One man, three hearts. They had always been so close, the kind of sisters who could finish each other's sentences, who shared an unbreakable bond that nothing in the world could touch-not even the ruthless world of wealth and privilege . But now? That bond had been shaken. Axel, Brock, Alexander-whatever name he went by-had inadvertently driven a wedge between them. And yet, neither one of them dared utter it.

Savannah stood in the doorway, backlit by the soft glow of the light. She held a bouquet in her left hand, her entire presence exuding the grace of a princess from the Middle Ages. Her right hand extended toward me, the deep affection on her face almost overwhelming me. "Finn, give me your hand," she said softly. Her fingers closed around mine tight, and in that instant, a profound sense of peace settled over me, the likes of which I had never experienced before.

The city glittered below them, indifferent and beautiful. Kieran led her to the bench beneath the trellis and knelt in front of her, taking her hands. "I want to do this right," he said. "Do what right?" "This." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box—not the one from before, not the sapphire. This box was smaller, simpler. "I gave you a ring when this was a contract. I gave you another ring when this became real. Now I want to give you something that means forever."

"Truth to be spoken at that time I was not so confident but bought it just like that. Did you like it.?" "I adore it and it is more special because you bought it from your first earnings. The two hearts entwined with each other depict our love for each other." Pankhuri's happiness had no bounds. She was on cloud nine. Spending some more time in each others company they strolled back.

The charms were of two hearts right next to each other, symbolizing that as long as two hearts were united, all obstacles could be broken. The second slide was of a necklace. Instead of diamonds, however, the necklace was made with tourmaline and ruby, and the pendant depicted blooming fireworks. Fireworks were colorful and dazzling, and even though they lasted only for a short while, the preparation for the fireworks to bloom would take a lot of time and effort. Like a young, independent woman, the feelings between a man and woman did not need praise and admiration from others as they waited quietly for it to bloom. It symbolized a relationship at its peak and most passionate phase.

LILA’S POV Silence. Not peace. Never peace. But a fragile, trembling stillness like the moment between heartbeats. That was all that remained. I stood in the center of it. Of them. The connection pulsed through me not violently anymore, not tearing but… anchored. Barely. Like threads holding together something that wanted to unravel. My breathing was uneven. Too shallow. Too slow. I could feel it. Every single one of them. Thirty-two hearts.

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

Each of the council members takes a piece of coloured twine binding our hands together. Twine over twine. The head of the council is the last one to bind our hands. He then takes our hands, placing his own hands on top of our entwined ones before he addresses the crowd. "Hearts set about finding other hearts the moment they are born, and between them, they weave nets so incredibly strong and tight that you end up bound forever in hopeless knots, even to the heart of another you knew and loved long ago. May Princess Deliah blue and her mate Duke Beven, forever be joined as one.

When it was over we lay tangled together breathing hard, the mate bond was no longer just a connection, it was a living thing inside all three of us, pulsing with silver and gold light. "That was," Ronald started but couldn't find words. "Perfect," I finished for him. "More than perfect," Ryker said, pulling me closer. "I can feel your heartbeat like it's my own." I could feel theirs too, three hearts beating as one, three souls bound together forever. But then something changed, the bond started pulling at me showing me something, a vision was forming in my mind. "Do you see that?" I asked. "Yes," Ronald said, sitting up. "What is it?"

“I’m going to find out about them – who they were and why one of their relatives suddenly wants an alliance with me.” Beth smiled again, her eyes radiating warmth and understanding. She reached out and touched Wyatt’s arm gently, her affectionate gesture conveying both love and reassurance. “Okay. But one piece of advice, Wyatt… listen to your heart. Don't let the fear of the past overshadow the potential happiness that awaits you. You’ve been closed off for so long.” A barely imperceptible smile touched the corners of Wyatt’s lips, and he touched Beth’s hand, holding on to it tenderly. “Thank you, Beth,” he whispered, his voice filled with heartfelt appreciation. “Thanks for hearing me out.