Claiming Her Heart Is A War Novels & Stories

But forgive me for saying, no love for a man is worth your life. I cross my arms, staring at her. —I’m starting to think someone broke your heart. Is that what transformed you? She lets out an empty laugh. —Maybe, if I had a heart to break. No one becomes evil without a reason. We are just what we’ve always been; we just didn’t know what we were capable of. I look at her, trying to decipher the enigma. —Why would you cross my path, knowing what I am? She gives me a mysterious look. —You’ll be surprised when you find out that everything you’ve lived through isn’t as you imagined.

She got my attention when nobody else did. “My heart was completely closed off from everything. I used to think it that it was just how things were. That I hardened after the war. While it was true that I did harden, I think my heart knew that nobody should get it until you came along. Now, it beats only for you,” I said. She turned around and threw her arms around my neck. There was so much love and adoration swirling around in her eyes that it was very easy to get sucked into them.

Like her trachea had tripped on burning coal. Jodie. Jodie. Pitter-patter. There went her heart. It rolled off and stayed suspended between them. “Oh no. I make love, not war. By the time you drag out that heavy glock of yours, you’ll be missing a thumb. Really, whats the point?” Who was the cat here, him or her?

‘When we fight, we fight like lions But then we love and feel the truth We lose our minds in a city of roses We won’t abide by any rules’ It’s barely been a week. A WEEK. And somehow, she already feels like home and war at the same time. I don’t even know how that’s possible. She’s chaos and clarity. A threat to everything I thought I’d buried — and I don’t even want to stop her. ‘Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we’re winners

Yet it lingers in memory, threading through my mind. We reach the reception. I release her hand just enough for her to stand between Valerio and me. I don’t move. My body stays rigid, but my chest still hums from the heat of her against me. Her eyes find mine. For a fraction of a second, nothing else exists. Not the crowd, not the cameras, not my mother's satisfied smile. Just her, and the way her body reacts to me despite everything she believes about this marriage. This was supposed to be a contract. A deal. And yet, it already feels like a war.

“What do you mean, now? We still have the same agenda. Hearteaters are cruel, Elaine. They don’t care who they eat, who they kill, or who they want to fucked with. They’re evil, and you wouldn’t want to meet one of them in your life!” “But I already did!” She bellowed, facing me. “What I’m pointing out here is, you’re being impulsive. This is not you! Declaring a war is not the right way. You know that in war, there is no win or lose. Both parties will suffer because of the damages. Those innocent lives who signed up to be with you…they are all too young to suffer. They don't deserve this. They should be running around the woods, playing, getting to know their mate. A war is not a fucking jo

She wanted to know how many beats her heart had left. No reason. She just wanted to know. The next day, she went to the council again. She passed Marcus's desk again. This time, she didn't stop. Her gland was hurting so much she had no desire to speak. Marcus looked up at her. She didn't look at him. She walked to the throne and sat down, hands on her knees, spine straight. Inside, she whispered: *Endure a little longer. Harmony is still needed. The war isn't over.*

CLAIMING MY HEART I cannot believe I have met the Queen of Dire wolves. She is kind, but I can see the hurt behind her eyes with Cristina. Why does Cristina have to be so complicated? This war can still be stopped, even though she attacked and attempted to eliminate me. I still love her. I would do anything for her except this. Her children are like my own, and if I need to take Boy with me back after this, I will.

she even added yhen I go out from my hiding place, my jaw slightly clenched, but the weight i am feeling slightly lighten when she smile at me, looking at my eyes intensely. "There will be a war, a bloody war, but it wasn't the hardest one," my brows slightly furrowed at the old woman in front of me, i am just looking at her that was now stepped closer to me. "The hardest one, is the war, that is going to happen between your mind and heart." I stared at her, until she walked inside the chapel. My mouth turn half open, it feels like i already knew what the old woman means to her words.

He responded, causing her heart to twist inside her chest. She immediately shook her head and her glassy eyes said it all, the turmoil of her heart. She didn't want him to leave. War was no joke. Wars are lethal. Wars take lives. She can't lose him just when they had their happiness. Just when she thought she would have her happily ever after. This war has to come.