Books Like Purple Hearts Novels & Stories

Fights popped up, but irrespective of it all, we learned to manage our differences and compromised so we could meet at the same angle and understand one each other better. SEQUEL There is a sequel for this book. It will feature Alex and Tife's, kids. It is going to be a celebrity love between the star and the manager. The blurb has not been written but you should grab popcorn and soda and wait for my brake light. By the power invested in me as an author, I now draw down the curtains and give a vote of thanks. THE END.

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The thought brings a wry smile to my lips. Gradually, as I lose myself in the brushstrokes and colors, I feel the tension begin to drain from my body. The art is a balm, soothing the raw edges of my emotions and transporting me, if only for a moment, to a world beyond my own troubles. After the exhibition, I find myself drawn to a nearby bookstore, another haven in the storm of my life. Historical fiction has always been my weakness, especially when there’s a romance woven through the pages. There’s something about losing myself in another time, another place, that never fails to captivate me.

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

A child born from the crack of a dark egg, with no origin or lineage. As a child, he couldn’t control the power that surged from within him, erupting every time like a volcano. His life was one of loneliness, hatred, indifference, hunger, and revenge—a savage existence with no purpose. But when an unfortunate encounter tied them together, everything changed. A life that had been meaningless became beautiful and colorful. She was his blessing amidst misfortune. His light, in the darkest world he had ever known. She taught him how to harness his power, how to be truly human, what love was. He couldn’t help but fall hopelessly in love with her, to the point of possessiveness.

I fo‍llowed h‍i‍m, and that was⁠ when I noticed something that made my heart st​op. My diary. ⁠On the c‌ouc‍h. Open. ‌ And Con⁠rad was s​tanding right in front of‍ it, r​eadi​ng. His f⁠ace was unreco‍gnizable. Compl‌ete‍ly still. M​y heartbeat sounded like r‍umbling storms inside m⁠y ears. Ev⁠eryth⁠ing I‌ wrote.‍ E‍veryth​ing I hid.

The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine.

Artemisia felt totally uncomfortable picking up that book, it was as if everything that had happened badly to her and that she had forgotten would come back with force and brutality because of that book. But she still left him on top of the first book. Finally, the young woman made it to the last shelf that was supposed to snoop on for books. And again, Helga's voice came. "The last book I can recommend to you is purple like the garments of a priestess, you will know the story he will tell. You wrote it, honey." The girl didn't question it, mainly because Helga looked at her with a fondness she never received. A motherly affection.

The human had asked the barber to use a purple spray on his hair and cut his hair short at the side and round to the back and allow the top to be uncut so it can cover his face. The purple spray made Daniel not to look that so pale as he once looked, it rather made his hair stand out over the features of his face and stood in contrast with Alec's vibrant red hair. "I think I will add color to my hair". Basil voiced taking a sit for the barber to do his job on his hair. "Ok". Alec said not taking his eyes off Daniel, he felt the human looked more beautiful than the first time he saw him. "I look good right". Daniel smiled equally returning Alec's stare.