Books Like Purple Hearts Novels & Stories

I ignored the look Alex gave me, the problem was he was too keen an observer like me. But neither of us knew that she didn’t just save my life that day. Somehow she became the center of my universe. Someone who put my heart back together, piece by piece. Hopefully you will all like reading this book. For pointers, both Violet and Cole live with Carter family, Maddox Carter is Cole's best friend. Both the main characters have found century in Carters and they try very much to forget their respective pasts. I have Carter brothers book on other platform if you want to read them. Thank you @Gupta

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

~~~ The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness Book 5 of the Rossi Legacies Coming end of 2023…

Just our presence, sitting side by side, was enough. And it made me miss him. Shit! I couldn't possibly mind-link him after we finished the same talks just a few minutes ago. Thus, I tried to occupy my mind with something else. I went to the nearest rack, skimming with my finger until I stopped at an old book in purple. I pulled out and saw purple and golden on the cover. "The witch between good and bad," I murmured title. Witch? I had once heard about them but had yet to meet them in person.

The butler nodded. "I want you to do something for me. " "Yes young madam." "I want you to find out about Mrs Mary and Crystal " She took a file and give it to him. "I want you to keep close eyes on this family and i want to know everything. This family was the one who adopted my sister and named her Purple but as per my investagation she killed herself. I want to know every details as soon as possible" Butler eye widen before taking the file in his hand and excusing himself and leaving the room. Iris sat down on the bed, feeling a little overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

Lots of love from me 💜 (purple's my favourite colour) Your beloved writer, 💜 PRINCESS NOVA 💜

Inside lay something unexpected. "What I’m about to give you," he began, voice low, "is a piece of the Ember itself. A shard that came loose while tending to the done. It was too exquisite to discard, so I carved it into this." From the box, he lifted a necklace, old and worn but striking. The pendant at its center was a stunning, deep purple stone, glowing faintly as though it held a piece of the Ember’s flame within. My breath caught. "It’s... beautiful."

She has no time to buy a different one. She was picked up by Theo at exactly 7 pm that evening and his eyes went round with appreciation as he took in the whole package. He thought he hit the jackpot. While he was rejoicing, Eliza was feeling the opposite. For some reason, the person she has in mind as a date was a European-looking male with deep set gray eyes who happened to be staring at her when they entered the restaurant. Those gray eyes are looking stormy right now as he took in the pair who just entered the restaurant. Eliza's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when her eyes collided with his. Did she just conjure him up. Why is he causing unwanted sensations in her? Isn't she fi

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.