3 Intertwined Hearts Novels & Stories

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

intertwined. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew I would never forget those moments. Never again. I let my lips brush her shoulder slowly and realized that our hearts were following the same rhythm, blending into each other as if they were one. I didn't want to think about anything else and just hugged her. When morning came, I would find a way to solve that insane desire to promise her my own heart on a silver platter.

Her laughter like music to his ears. “Wait. How did you know what I was thinking?” he asked, honestly confused. She turned over on the loveseat, so she lay looking up at him, “Because I heard you think it.” “But how?” “I can hear you because of this,” she said, pointing to a new image on his right ribcage. The symbol mostly black with a gray detail interwoven into the design. It was the Triquetra. They each glance to her right ribcage to find another Triquetra identical to his own. “We are now bound together.”

It's damn beautiful. "Actually, I wanted to engrave everything with gold but only could do our couple nickname." Yeah, IraNa is engraved with gold. There is a quote on it. 'TWO SOULS INTERTWINED, WHISPERS OF A FOREVER KIND OF LOVE. IN YOUR EMBRACE, I'VE FOUND MY HOME, WHERE OUR LOVE LEAVES AN ETERNAL MARK.' I look into her eyes. "Since when did you become so poetic?" I pull her closer and place my lips on her neck.

she moans, scratching her nails down my back, grabbing my ass, and pulling me in even deeper. “Oh, fuck, Emerald…” I feel myself nearing the edge. I kiss her lips again, then move down to kiss my mark, our mark. It’s a beautiful red heart, with a heart-shaped emerald inside it, and both are encased in gold vines. It’s perfect. It’s us. It’s our love.

"The trial taught me that the Terra Heart isn't just a jewel, it's alive in its own way, connected to all growing things." As the container opened fully, the Terra Heart's glow intensified, reaching out to connect with the Lunar Tear at my hip and the Solar Flame that Matthias had brought with him. The three jewels pulsed in perfect synchrony, their lights combining to create a spectrum that danced across the walls of the great hall.

“For eternity.” For long after that, they just lay there, three bodies entwined, hearts beating softly in a syncopated rhythm, the sun spilling over them like some promise. Outside, the world went on, but within this small room, nothing existed but the love which had bound them together, possessive and unyielding, obsessive and tender, complete in its perfection.

“You said there was a second gift?” Oh yeah, my mate is definitely feeling back to normal again. I reach into another pocket and pull out the necklace. This time when she opens it, I explain it to her. “So, the center is obviously a diamond. That represents your heart. Then each of the three rings, the smallest one is gold, the second is platinum and the largest is rose gold, they each have ‘I love you’ etched into them.” I turn to look at her. “They are all turned in different directions, so that your heart is forever surrounded by my love.”

And the other guy that came was a beta or a third-on-command. He cleared his throat. "Hey, I'm Rowan." He introduced himself, giving me a smile that would make any girl or guys swoon at his feet. And then he stretches his arm out at me. I hastily shake his hand. When my finger touched him, I felt these electric shots run through my fingertips. I back away my hand that instant. And I step back. Crap. What kind of device does he have on his arm? Rowan chuckles and then looks at me with those dark blue sapphire eyes. When you stare deeper, you feel more lost in his gaze. "Now that I've said my name. What's your name?"

Expect Lyra, of course. Here I am talking with the wedding planner about the arrangements with Brian by my side. He is sitting on the couch right beside me, his one hand is holding my hand while the other is on my waist, keeping me close to his as fit as a fiddle torso. If anyone sees us this way, they will think we are in love, we can’t stay away from one another. However, the reality is far from this visual, don’t worry, very soon the madly in love part will come true.