Novel & Cerita Books Like Purple Hearts

I mutter. She looks at me with a nod. “And those who are not hybrids must have felt it even stronger.” Frowning, I run my fingers through my long black hair. Hmm, like an alpha command. What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.”

ALEXEI I was in my office, the heavy oak door framing a picture of stoic control. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the bookshelves crammed with leather-bound volumes, each a silent testament to the Pushkin legacy. Yet, I couldn't focus on the crackling flames or the comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. My mind, usually a battlefield of strategic maneuvers and calculated risks, was consumed by the memory of her kiss. Zoey. Her lips, soft and yielding beneath mine, had ignited a fire within me, a wildfire that threatened to consume the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart.

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

not feel any chemistry between them and at the moment staying on the American’s good side is better for him. Who knew when they would both need each other’s backs protected? While they were on their way to the bookstore, he kept a steady string of chatters. Devlin was not paying any attention to him though as he was busy noticing how Mabel was attracting attention from other males and he hated it. He would probably be okay with it when she is truly his. It surprises him how possessive he is of her when he was never possessive of anyone or anything before. He is yet to define these feelings Mabel evokes in him. Upon reaching the bookstore, he didn’t stray away from the cousins not wanting to

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

A plate with food was in front of him, and he picked up a piece of cheese as he flipped over the page. Ayla stretched and sat on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard. “What are you reading?” she asked. Rhobart chuckled before lifting the book, the cover facing her—it had no title. For a moment, she thought it was the forgotten book, but the way he smiled… Her heart started hammering in her chest. “Earlier, I was looking for a healing plant in your messenger bag for your arm when I found two books in there. Such a naughty little n’alxa you are,” he laughed.

“Athena,” Nikki called out as she enters the pack house’s mini-library. “I am here,” I shouted, I was seated on the floor beside one of the bookshelves. I didn’t know that the pack house this much of books and some of them are even documentaries of the previous people of Purple Hill. I will learn so much more here than from the books that I will buy in the book store. “I never knew you love reading,” Nikki said as she sat beside me while placing the tray of food she was carrying on the floor.

My dad was just her current victim, and she’d brought along her dead ex-husband's daughter and a mountain of baggage. I missed Chloe. She was the only thing that made school—and my life—bearable, but lately, she was acting like I didn't exist. It didn't help that I hadn't been properly milked in days. The ache in my chest was almost as bad as the ache between my legs. I crawled into my massive bed, slipping my AirPods in to drown out the silence of the house. I pulled up a video, something raw and aggressive. It was a group of tall, muscular Black men absolutely wrecking a tiny blonde girl. They had her pinned, filling every single one of her holes at once.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.