Corazones Valientes Novela Novels & Stories

A warning. She fought for a heartbeat, hands pressed against his chest. But her body betrayed her, the fight unraveling into a shudder, a hunger she couldn’t strangle. When he finally pulled back, his breath was rough against her lips. His eyes were dark fire as he whispered, “Cruz may be your blood. But I own your fire.” Valentina’s heart slammed against her ribs, hatred and want knotting so tightly she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

I smiled when I saw the horrified look on Mark’s face. “Should we go after her?” He asked. I know the guard wants the order, his hand is already on the holster but I won't give the order he wants. “Corner her like a rat and she'll snap.” I shove Mark with so much force, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor. “Don't! Leave Valentina alone, you son of a bitch!” I turned on my heels. “I know exactly where she'll run to.” Valentina's pov

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ As the class ended, I deliberately wasted time packing up my books while others quickly filed out of the class. Roman stood, waiting for me. “Aren’t you coming?” “Oh, I have something to discuss with Professor Valentino. You can go ahead.” He looked me up and down. “Oh, okay.” He waved me bye and went out of the class. Then it was just I and Damon again. As soon as Roman closed the door behind him and I stood up, I felt the vibrations again, higher than they’d ever been. I fell to the ground immediately, rubbing my thighs together to try and reduce how fast my orgasm was coming.

YARA’S POV Roses are red, violets are blue, I have to kill Valentina Sanchéz before she gets stuck on my man’s head like glue. I can’t seem to forget the image from last night, I cannot seem to forget that little bitch on my Raphael, my man, nobody does that! I never let that happen to me not after the first time it did.

But the desire to protect her and stay by her side was stronger than any doubt. Vicente was calmly reading his newspaper while Diego, his driver, stared at New York’s chaotic traffic. Suddenly, a man’s shout broke the monotony. “Get out! Get out of the damn car!” A group of armed men wearing masks surrounded the vehicle. Vicente remained calm, folding the newspaper. “Sir, just give the order,” Diego said, his hands firm on the wheel, ready to speed away. “Unlock the doors,” Vicente ordered coldly. “Sir!” Diego hesitated.

My hands rest on his chest and I can feel his heart thundering in its cage. The water around us heats and blue particles glow around us. But I hardly even notice. “I crave you because you are everything I didn’t even know existed,” Valen says, and his words are hurried and desperate and rough. “I want you because you are relentlessly bold and brave. I need you because if anyone in this galaxy can change everything, it’s going to be you, Nova.” He’s breaking me, word by word. The version of myself where I am just one is cracking, and slowly, our pieces are falling together.

There was no comfort in that plea, only a quiet resignation that we’d been forced into this nightmare by our own reckless hope. I couldn’t help but wonder how we’d gone so wrong. We had been so sure that sneaking out to save Victor was the right thing to do—that our loyalty and bravery would outshine the risks. Now, in this cold, shadowed cell, every breath reminded me that courage could sometimes lead to despair. And yet, somewhere deep inside, a stubborn ember of hope remained. We were not going to let this be the end of our story.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

"We’re not writing the ending, Valeria. We’re writing the beginning." She rested against him, the rhythm of his heart anchoring her as dawn light touched the borders of their world. Below, the city pulsed, its heartbeat in the hum of a thousand strangers — but not here. It was quiet. Honest. Valeria relaxed her head slightly back, the heaviness of it on his shoulder. Her mouth curved into a gentle, unbelievable thing. "I never expected this to occur," she breathed. "That our story would expand from adversaries… to this."

Who still has time to blush and heartbeat? Liang Xia didn't feel like in idol novels. After listening to someone's voice, she can feel at ease in Barabala... Now she only feels more panicked than before, and her feet are kicking underwater. The hands that drag into Su Lixin's arm can't wait to dig into his flesh. It's not the romance of flesh and blood, you have me and you, but the fear that the other party will leave her behind.