Double Hearts Novels & Stories

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu

"....A lot is happening right now, you might never understand. But I can't do this to you anymore. I know your heart.. I know where it truly lies. Don't get me wrong princess.. I know you love me truly.. But you love her too. You two are the definition of what love is. You finish each other's sentences and connect in a way that no one ever does to anyone. Which is something that I wish anyone could get in this world. What and why would I want to take you away from yours though...? It hurts so bad that each day could pass by without you by my side. It isn’t how I dreamt our future would be, and this wasn’t my plan for our world. My heart has always loved you in ways I can’t explain. You proba

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

One lock undone. The mechanical voice faltered, suddenly uneasy: > 【W-would the remaining honored residents be willing to offer your “Heart of Happiness” to help your family open the Gate?】 So that was it. The keys weren’t metal at all, they were hearts. And not just any hearts. They had to be happy ones. Finn and Susie turned desperately toward their spectral companions. But the three ghosts only shook their heads. “I’m sorry,” one murmured. “Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”

“Always.” They stepped forward, their joined hands pressing against the surface of the core. It was warm—alive—and in that instant, Lena saw everything. Every memory of the world, every secret, every heartbeat stored within the Heart’s endless code. And then, beneath it all, she saw a flicker of something human—fear. The Heart was afraid. “Adrian,” she whispered, realization dawning. “It’s not perfect. It’s still learning—it doesn’t understand loss.” He looked at her, understanding sparking. “Then let’s teach it.”

Maybe I will never love him, but at least I will try, and I make sure he is safe and happy. When Leah asked me about a name, I have no problems coming up with one at once. Carson, after my mother. She was once the only thing I had, and now Carson will be the only thing I have because my mate... sharp pain in my chest makes me almost howl. My mate will reject me the moment he will have another occasion.

"Normal. For you. For now." He approached, the proximity that was necessary and charged. The Holter's electrodes needed placement — the stickers that would record 24 hours of electrical activity, the data that was Arthie's life made visible. "Shirt," Cyrus instructed, the word that was clinical and not-clinical simultaneously. Arthie complied, the motion that was familiar now, the exposure that was vulnerability and trust. His chest was scarred — the surgical site from the ablation, healed but visible, the reminder that his heart had been opened, mapped, burned, repaired.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.