Battle Hearts Novels & Stories

“Brat, why are they chasing after you?” Exhausted, Alex slumped to the ground. “I somehow encountered a huge heart that lives inside my body as its host. These two guys are here to snatch it. It seems to be of a great origin, but it has fused with my heart. I can’t possibly gouge my heart out, right?” Grand Emperor Rowan stared at the location of his heart again and again. Alex covered his heart with his hand quickly. “What are you doing? You aren’t trying to steal my heart, too?”

“Do the Blood Moon pack have something to do with these rumours of yours?” “I–“ he cut himself off. His chest stirred, in the very place he had thought would never ache or lust or love ever again. Something snapped into place beside his heart: an echo of his own heartbeat, thumping out a secondary rhythm alongside his own. It settled, warm and soft as summer rain down his breastbone.

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

He listened to her heartbeat in an attempt to calm his. “Do you love me, Zhoni?” he asked in a strained, broken whisper. Nizhoni’s heart broke at the question. She held him a bit tighter and kissed his temple. “My sweet Yanaha, yes, baby, I do love you. I love you very much.” Jaxsen nodded and bit down on his lip. “I love you, too, Zhoni. Zhoni?” “What, baby?” “Does…does Bastian love me?” The sob that followed the question and resounding insecurity in his voice brought tears to her own eyes.

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

v My heart is beating like crazy because I know today is going to be the start of the revealing of truth and my past which has just given me sadness, betrayal, and nightmares that I never slept peacefully. “love come out “Prem help me to come out and went down towards our seats but no one is saying that there is any problem or why we came into the crowd all are lost in our internal battle this is going to be hard …… This is going to be very hard to tell them a truth no one can predict What will be the reaction of my two daughters and what will they think about me and my past it’s just very difficult and without knowing my eyes were shedding tears.

I punch him harder, he didn't budge, then he grips my waist looking at me with concern written on his face. "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, his gaze wandering down my body. "Yes. You hurt me here" I pointed towards the area of my heart. He looked assumed for few seconds, is the surprise I have a heart? Well, every wondering how like him, I open my mouth to tell him just down, the words die down my throat as Damien leans in and kissed me. ***************** "You aren't planning to walk back to the mansion like that are you," I asked, breathlessly after we finally parted from that heated kiss, I could still face my face burning as I tried hard not to look down, knowing he was standing th

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.