Double Hearts Novels & Stories

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

“But then, I think you already know that.” With a final look, she turned and walked away, her heart pounding against her ribs as she exited the lounge. She didn’t stop, didn’t look back, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—resentment, suspicion, and something dangerously close to longing. She hated that he could affect her like this, hated the pull he seemed to have, the way he could so easily make her forget, even for a moment, her mission.

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

’ Heart thought. “Why are you making my heart beat like this, huh?!” Cullen screamed angrily as he grabbed Heart’s hand and put it on his chest. Heart’s eyes widened more and he could even feel and hear his heart fluttering. ‘His heartbeat, it is so loud.’ Heart thought while looking at her hand on his chest. ‘But, why?! I don’t understand.’ Heart thought, she was still clueless and speechless about this.

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”