Hearts And Bones Book Novels & Stories

Welcome to parrrt 2, of “Heart of a Betrayed Wife!” (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Keep on supporting my book, my awesome readers. I joined a contest, and hopefully, I'm going to be serious with the updates of this book. So, I need your support for that to happen. Also, I welcome my newest readers. This book is book 2. Book 1 is also on this platform and is titled: “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”, like I had mentioned above.

At her nod, he swept her off her feet and joined the others in the not so crowded dance floor. Claudia couldn’t believe her heart could beat so fast like a green girl infatuated with a handsome man. For his part, Alonzo wanted to pull her closer and let her feel his heartbeat. Is this love, he thought as he gazed down at the still beautiful woman in his arms.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

Hello Hiraeth Hearts, You made it—to the final page, to the last heartbeat. And I need you to know—this journey was never mine alone. It was ours. Thank you for carrying it. Loving it. Finishing it. Your words, your support, your love— you made this story more than a book. You made it alive. This was never about perfect love. It was about love that’s messy. Real. Healing. Love that comes after pain—and still chooses to stay.

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

{Dear Readers, I'm Apologying for adding this short story here in this book. Actually I am lacking 3k words in completing the words target that's why I did this. "Bond of Hearts" book is a short story of two chapters of 6k words. Both chapters are merged in one for you to read. Please forgive me for this. Enjoy. Thanks for your time love and support. Lots of love hugs and kisses from ShineeSunshine} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I let out a sigh and let my body fall onto the floor, my back was touching the shelf on the wall filled with different books. "How am I supposed to find the book?" I did not know if I was expecting the book to answer my question considering I was alone in the library, I managed to sneak inside once I ensured no one was around. The library had hundreds of books except for the book with red velvet cover. After I returned from the forest I was eager to find the book, Bernadette was not talking to me either. The list of people who were avoiding me kept increasing daily, first it was Alpha Orion and then Bernadette.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.