Double Hearts Novels & Stories

“Mum loves this sort of crap. It’s just a matter of remembering what card means what. Hearts is like heart stuff – feelings, love, sex. Spades are trouble. Clubs are good things. Diamonds are about money. So, pull a card and turn it over.” Aislen drew an Ace of Hearts. “What does this mean?” Cameron yawned and draped his leg and arm over Heath’s back. “If I fall asleep, don’t let my arse burn,” he muttered. Heath laughed under his breath. “Well, it’s a heart, so it’s about love. I think,” Rhett frowned. “Ace was something new, I think. Maybe a new love?” Aislen’s flush ran up her chest to color her cheeks.

AHMON 🔞🔥🔥 ( his inner most heart) 🌈🌈🌈🌠 ❌ DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ❌ CHAPTER 4 🌼🌈A new beginning🌍 Continuation....❣️❣️❣️❣️

She is a hundred times more scarier than Gorilla herself! I smiled shaking my head and I opened the page 224. Cardiology, great. The thing about cardiology is, a heart is a muscle. It don't have a feeling. It CAN'T be broken. The only job is to pump blood. Not emotions, feelings. I wondered what will world look like if no one would have emotions. Zero feelings. A better world maybe?

Meshach pleaded with a pity mind "Shut the fuck up! You never liked me one day! All because I do my job" Nana said as he points at Meshach "Even you Shadrach, I trusted you! I never knew you are a snake!, I did not only like you, I love you from the deep of my heart! But this is how you could pay me?" Nana added While the love she added made Meshach to stare at stare Shadrach as he looks up and turns his eye

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

Rey asked while crossing his arms. “I'll call it, Flames of Heart.” Excitement filled her heart when she picked up her phone to call Butter. “Hey, Butter!” Waverly beamed. A smile is stretched on her face. Butter chuckled. “You already finish with the potion?” Waverly nodded her head as if Butter is in front of her. “Yep! Can we meet? You agreed on being my tester.” she said in a singing voice. “I know, but—” Butter sighed, “I'm sorry, A. I'm out of the country, I'm in Spain now.”

"I am sorry you all had to see me like this." "What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked. "Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones." We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.

then it came. A heartbeat. Tiny, regular, rapid rhythm. Clear, like drumsticks struck too fast—but steady. As if a tiny motor beat inside. A sign of life. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Sloane's eyes flew open. "What... is that? Is that the...?" The doctor's voice was no longer clinical. It was human. Warm and soft, like a father showing his child for the first time. "That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you."

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.