Claiming Her Heart Is A War Novels & Stories

Do you love her? San(with a bowing head):- At first, I've come here to hide myself from her bare eyes and to clarify my emotions. And now it's clear. (with a genuine smile) Yes, I LOVE HER. I love her a lot from the core of my heart. And I feel more guilty and ashamed on me to leave my love alone there in stead of giving her my shoulder. But now I want to do everything right. I'll tell mom every truth so that I could rectify my mistake. I swear this time I'll not leave her for anything. If for that I've to bow my head before all, then also I'll not leave her side. (kissing her hands) Thanks, Mary. Thanks a lot for helping me . Now I've to go. I've to inform my secretary for booking my ticket

“Even if you never come back. I’ll still be here. Waiting.” I didn’t answer. I walked out of the car anyway. Not once did I look back. Because sometimes, the only way to win a war with your heart… is to let it break.

Her breath hitched. "I'm not going to be gentle," I added. "Not with you. Not with this. But I won't lie to you either." "What is this?" she asked, her voice trembling. I kissed her. Not with fury this time. But slowly. Like I needed to taste her to know where I stand. And when I pulled away, I said the truth I had been avoiding. "This is war, Isla." I murmured. "Me fighting every part of myself that still wants to keep you at a distance."

No matter what, always be there when she looks back. ... Page after page, he read each note out loud. When he reached the last one, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Yara, winning your heart was so hard. Good thing I never gave up." The way he looked at her—serious, certain—caught her off guard. He really had done all this for her. If she hadn't heard him say those words herself, she might've believed it. Might've thought the Mateo standing in front of her wasn't the same man who had spent years loving someone else behind her back.

Ivandor zoned out as he described the memory he had of her. Leo stared at his friend in disbelief as if wondering if it was even him. "I do not understand. Have you ever kissed a rose? And when did you become so poetic? You don't even know her name and she didn't bother to get your number." "Well, guess what, she drew a heart on the window when I got out of the bus. I'm sure she feels the same way I do. And she doesn't even look like she's from this part of the town. She looks quite rich if not very rich."

Her proposal was the key for her to be respected. The close combat began in a circle of troops to challenge each other. One female soldier confidently threw down the gauntlet against Keisha. Keisha did nothing but grin in excitement of having another shot of bone breaking session. She gave that sadistic stare, entering each of their brains to bawl the nightmares out of them. Feeling the rush in her veins, her restlessness was replaced by the energy brought by the caffeine overload— her vision was already feasting over the flesh of the ones ticking her off. “I see Geneva, you hastily picked another contender once again”, said Zhackary who was grinning as well, also feeling the excitement seei

She screamed, still looking up. "Ahhhhhhh!" She screamed, like never before... War has started. This is survival of the fittest, Who will survive and who won't?

My vision is blurry, can't make a clear image of the person before me. I blink twice, cleaning my tear-stained cheeks. I put my hand on my forehead to shield my eyes from the sun. There she is, the person who tapped me. Concern is embedded in her heart-stopping blue eyes as she studies me. I never understood the term "lost in one's eyes" but I am truly lost. Not just her eyes though but in her face, as she stands under the sun, windblown strawberry blonde hair, high cheekbones, and for some reason she is smiling down at me. Her smile is so warm that makes my shoulders less tense. It's like a weight has been lifted. s

It was about everything, and the war wasn’t just between Damon and me anymore. It was between my heart and the world trying to tear it apart.

Someone who was exactly like her. That girl, that beautifully gorgeous girl, stole my heart just with one look. One touch. One dance. There was no way that she was Ella. But... she was. There was no doubt in my mind that I was wrong. Still, I tried to tell myself otherwise. I feared I'd lose her if I finally told her. That he would get to her and take her away from me the second time. The girl in Paris told me her name was Aella. Not Ella. Aella Dixon. The woman that had my heart and she didn't even know it. The resemblance between her and Ella was astounding. There was no way. No fucking way she was in front of me.