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DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

If Scarlett had spared even a moment of her time, Grandma might have survived. I turned off the lights and pulled the covers over me, forcing down my emotions as I tried to fall asleep when Scarlett came in. She had taken a shower and put on lingerie before habitually lying down beside me. "Still mad at me?" I curled up on one side, saying nothing. Scarlett reached over, wrapped her arms around me, and gently kissed my back. "Honey, I admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you. "But Chase and I really do have a pure friendship. That necklace doesn't mean anything. Stop overthinking it.

But she could feel it pulsing, a tiny, steady heartbeat of grief. She reached for it. The seed did not resist. It had been waiting. For centuries, it had been waiting for someone to notice it. The Hollow had fed on it, but the Hollow had never seen it. The original bargainer had hidden it, buried it, and tried to forget it. But it was still there. Still alive. Still grieving. Clara touched it with her anchor sense. The grief flooded through her. --- She was in a room she had never seen. A small bedroom, sunlight streaming through gauze curtains. A bed with a child in it—a girl, perhaps twelve, with winter-sky eyes and dark hair spread across the pillow. Her face was flushed with fever, her b

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

*GASP* Mahira let out a loud gasp as her hand flew to cover her mouth in shock You really played your cards before hand dear fate What is it that you plan to do next? All Hearts !!

She turned my life upside down. She gave my life... a happy ending! __________________________ THE END_________________________________ Hello my lovely readers! Here we are finally. To the end. It's been amazing putting out my story to you guys. The Frozen Heart is one of my earliest works. I started it back in 2018 and just going back to the story reminded me how far I have come as a writer. This book nowhere close to perfect. I know many of you would think it's a waste of time while many of you loved it. Nevertheless, I enjoyed sharing the story of Sofia and Liam with you guys. I hope you enjoyed my story. Thank you so much for all your amazing support my dear readers! I will see you again

She whimpered as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek and fell of her chin leaving a little droplet mark on the dark green sheets of the bed. “Luckily your hot alpha boyfriend beat the race against death. He shoved me across the room and CPR’d the sh*t out of you” I placed my hand on my chest trying to feel a hint of pain from the compressions that he had laid on my chest to revive my heart. It made me feel even guiltier at how I had handled our situation earlier. “Anyway, enough of the sad stuff. You’re back better than ever. You even have a glow… Did you and Lucian?”

the salesperson meekly explained. Outraged, I went to Carl's place to look for him, only to find that his master bedroom was filled with my favorite baby blue roses. "Angela and I are going to get married. You'll give us your blessings, right, Iris?" Carl asked as he eyed me tentatively and handed me a wedding invite. I saw the way he looked at me. It was as if he feared I would ruin his wedding. "I, Iris Gardner, am not someone who can't let go. Since I said I don't love you anymore, I meant it. Don't underestimate me."

As soon as Mom heard what I said, she quickly snatched the phone from Dad and asked, "Avril, you've always loved kids. What happened today?" Mom knew I always donated books and toys to the orphanage every year. It was obvious that I adored children. Then, Mom said to me in a low voice, "That Mr. Walker is known to be injured from the waist down. He might be impotent. "All these years, not a single young woman was willing to marry him! Besides, Mr. Walker did propose to you several times. You kept refusing him, didn't you?"

The city was quiet again, at least on the surface. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, a reminder that chaos still bled through the streets, but up on the rooftop, the world seemed strangely still. Cass leaned against the low wall, the night air brushing cold against her damp skin. Her fingers wouldn’t stop twitching, the phantom press of the knife handle still etched into her grip. Every time she blinked, she saw his face—the calm, taunting smile, and the way his words had dug under her skin.