Claiming Her Heart Is A War Novels & Stories

Lucas licked his dried lips, and his eyes suddenly moves to her rosy lips. “I love you, Bianca.” Lucas leans forward, tilting his head with his eyes shut. His soul rejoiced to hear Bianca's heart pound. “She fell for those mere words” his heart raced. Bianca instantly pushed him away. He fell to the ground and his eyes opened. Bianca ran towards Henry trying to push him away. Alas, the bullet targeted at Henry hits Bianca, her blooded eyes widened and Henry's gaze met her. The war ended at the sound of a gun, their gazes moved to the spot the gun was shot.

He could tell that the crowd loved it. At the back of the hall, Rose sang softly with the chorus, her heart swelling with pride. “Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me. Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.” As Olivia paused for Tyler‘s instrumental solo, Rose couldn’t hold herself anymore. “That’s my son!” she shouted, her heart filled with joy. For the first time, Rose didn’t care about keeping him a secret. She wanted the world to know her son was part of something great.

She squealed and the line went off. I didn’t particularly understand why my disability was being romanticized but if it made her happy. I closed my laptop and went for the keys. “My Queen will get exactly what she wants.”

“ Because of what?! Because of this girl! What did she have that I don't? I have everything! She is nothing compared to me! Why can't you see my worth?! “ She cried and cried. Travis just looked at her. I slowly removed his arm from my waist which made him look at me. “ Jasmine,“ he tried to touch me, but I distanced myself from him. “ Jasmine! All you know to utter was that fucking Jasmine! You! Do you think Travis loved you?! Do you think he would choose you over something else?! You're wrong! Travis would never sacrifice what he had over you! He will never love you! And he never did!” She pointed at me. She tried to attack me, but Travis stopped her. I've been avoiding trouble for how man

I, however, remained silent, my head bowed, my heart a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Those words, "Forgive me, my audacity/My lady, I hope you understand," hit me like a physical blow. I knew, deep down, that the song was meant for me. I wasn't numb, I couldn't be, not after what had transpired between us. The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me.

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

She turned, her footsteps echoing through the marbled hall. I let her go. But in my heart, I knew this wasn’t over. Not with Dove. Not with Ava. Not with any of them. War was coming. And this time… it was personal.

Something in my chest went click. Not loud. Not messy. “I watched her stand on that wall " I said. "I watched her carry what should have been mine to protect.” My jaw was iron. “I realized something.” Serena said nothing. She waited. I looked at her. “You don’t get to stand near this ” I was done. Something flickered in her face. It was small. It was fast. It was gone. “You’re not thinking clearly. This war—” “This war exists because of you.”

“I know.” “Then why prepare for war against me?” His voice cracked. “Because I didn’t think I could keep you.” She wanted to hate him. Needed to. But then he stepped closer. “I’ve fought boardrooms and billionaires, Zara. I’ve destroyed companies with a whisper. But I couldn’t risk you destroying me.” “And now?” “Now I don’t care what burns.” He stepped closer, lifting her hand, pressing it to his heart. “This is yours.” She hesitated. Then ripped her hand back.

Quiet whispers tangled with shaky cries and promises no one else in the world would ever hear. The war wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. If anything, it had only truly just begun. But as Zayn held her close, carefully claiming and loving, Lira knew that whatever came next–be it ruin, redemption, or heartache, she would meet it tangled tight in his arms, calling his name like a curse and a prayer, and savor it slowly and dangerously every beautiful second.