Heartis Venice Novels & Stories

**“It’s remote. Hidden. But I’ve been there before.” **Enrico’s eyes met Allie’s.** **“That’s where he’ll be.”** --- **Allie’s heart pounded.** **“Are you sure?”** **Enrico nodded.** **“I’d bet my life on it.”** **“You already did,”** Bronson muttered under his breath. --- **Allie’s eyes hardened.** **“Venice.”** Her mind was already racing. **“We’ll find them.”** **“We’ll bring them back.”**

"Yup. Venice, the city of love. Perfect for a honeymoon. And I promise, no bikinis." She rolled her eyes. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His grin was unrepentant. "Tried to. There's the food." He kissed his fingers and rattled off something in Italian. "The music and the art. You are going to love Venice, mia cara." "There's no third party present, Drew. You don't have to call me a pet name." "Friends have pet names for one another." She placed the heel of her palms over her eyes. "Don't tell me that, Drew."

I said like he didn’t understand. My good friend watches me like I’m some kind of stupid human who doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. “But in Venice? Why in Venice, Nico? You know who is living in Venice! You told me that you never wanted your name to be known but now, of all the places you wanted to expand your business you really choose Venice?” Valentino was gritting his teeth as he whispered to me. “Venice has some nice tourists spots. I can make a lot of profit there and besides I am not going to handle the hotel’s management. It will be the President of ELVs, Sebastian Vergara, your half cousin.”

“Yes. But the heart isn’t just a symbol, Elena. It’s a choice. Matteo believed only love could break the curse of pride — the curse your ancestors created.” She frowned. “Love doesn’t end wars.” “Perhaps not,” Silas said. “But it ends the need for them.” Before she could reply, a soft vibration buzzed in her pocket. She pulled out her phone — an unknown number again. Lucia looked alarmed. “Don’t,” she whispered. But Elena’s thumb hesitated over the screen. One message appeared: “Leave Venice. They found him.” Her heart stopped. “Alessandro.” Silas leaned forward. “Who sent that?”

Tears started flowing down to her cheeks as the pain of betrayal consumed her. "Honey, tell me," the mistress demanded. The mistress was clinging into her mate's arm while they are walking together to the office. "I only want you, my precious," the Alpha replied. Hearing those words from her own mate makes her heart shattered into tiny pieces. Her inner wolf was screaming inside her, telling her to jump on the girl and rip her throat. But she doesn't want to caused trouble because the mistress is not an ordinary girl. She is the highness, the queen, Kimia Marleigh Ellis.

" She told Valerie. "See what I told you!" Valerie said, hitting Sidney's shoulder playfully. "I knew he was a gentleman. Thank God you saw that for yourself." Sidney shrugged. "Well, I've known that way before then. We spent a couple of days together at the cabin, remember." She said. Valerie grinned. "That's true. I just know that he wants you the first time I saw him look at you." "You know that I still have to be careful right?" Sidney said. People shouldn't wear their heart on a sleeve, because it will only get them hurt.

However, she felt furious about receiving my heart. 'If I knew it was her heart, I would've hidden it from Joseph no matter what. Now that he knows the heart came from that tramp, he'll definitely feel deep guilt for her. Damn it! Even in death, she can't die far away. She still has to make me feel disgusted!' she thought angrily. Yvette had an idea. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "How could you be so foolish, Wendy?! I would rather die than accept this heart if I had known you died for me!" she exclaimed.

I know that in a minute, Hebe will land here with the man I thought would be my mate. The Amias will take him away, tear him from my arms, and I will never get him back. Vampires and Lycans can’t be together. “I know,” I assured him. “But he will be alive. That is all I ask.” Hebe lands next to me. Her skin glimmers like velvet in the starlight. Her long, black hair is braided in intricate patterns down her back. “You should have seen their faces,” she cackles.

"It's not going to be a holiday. I'm pretty sure Marco wants me to work, you know." "Not all the time, surely? And goodness knows, that's a lovely part of the world you're going to. Not far from Venice, is it?" "No, not far." Probably not the best place to visit while suffering from a broken heart though, I thought. Wasn't Venice meant to be the City of Love?

She’d come for Vincent, but now it seemed that ghosts were emerging from every corner, and she wasn’t sure who was haunting whom. “Elena,” Vincent’s voice pulled her focus, smooth and measured, but there was a bite in it, as if he was aware of her distraction. “I didn’t think you’d make it out to Jersey tonight.” She turned to him, masking her shock at his words. She hadn’t told anyone about the intel or about going to Venice. Slipping on the empty stool beside him, she angled her body, so that she kept the “dead” man in her peripheral vision. “I’m here for answers, Vincent. No more games.”