Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late Novels & Stories

"Gerald Cooper, if you'd paid me the slightest bit of attention, you would've known about this wedding between the Henderson and Bennett families. It was announced long ago." I gestured to the rows of cameras aimed at us. "All of them are here for the scoop. Are you sure you still want to make a scene?" The resolute calm in my eyes chilled him to the core. Only then did he realize that my gaze held no trace of what it once did. My eyes were filled with indifference, release, and ridicule. All the affection and longing for him were gone. His heart clenched as though it was wrenched apart, then discarded. Then, just like something that had bent beyond repair, it would never return to its origi

They all believed that Queenie and Henry were a perfect match. They even went behind my back, using my name to invite him out on trips. At first, Henry would always tell me about it. But as time passed, he changed. He stopped mentioning Queenie inviting him out. Now I finally understood. Maybe the day he stopped telling me was the day his heart wavered. Noticing my silence and dazed expression, Henry said, "Alright, honey, I know you've had a hard time. You're pregnant, yet you still risked yourself to donate blood. Come on. Let me feed you."

He responded, causing her heart to twist inside her chest. She immediately shook her head and her glassy eyes said it all, the turmoil of her heart. She didn't want him to leave. War was no joke. Wars are lethal. Wars take lives. She can't lose him just when they had their happiness. Just when she thought she would have her happily ever after. This war has to come.

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

“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.

It didn’t take long for the video to get deleted, but I had seared it into my memory. Beyond heartbroken, I decided to go to his place to confront him, wanting an explanation. However, when I was at the door, I heard him and his cousins chatting inside the house. That was when I realized the love I thought we shared over the last five years was nothing but a farce. When I recalled what he said, the pain felt as fresh as ever, like a knife twisting in my chest. I looked up at the man whom I loved more than anything in front of me, the tears beginning to pour.

"You two connived together, and both of you will pay the price." Seeing the situation unravel, Spencer scrambled to his feet and blurted out, "It—It was all her idea! "She's the one who begged me to keep it from you! It has nothing to do with me!" Atlas strode to Ember's bedside, rolling up her sleeve to reveal pale skin covered in a harrowing patchwork of scars, both old and new. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at Spencer. He grabbed a nearby chair and hurled it at him with all his strength.

"Anthony, Brandon, Cameron, Ms. Presley has a marriage contract with the Carter family after all. "She will rightfully become Mrs. Carter in the end, so please don't treat her this way." "Tammy, you're the one we love. Even if we marry her, she'll just have the title. She can never compare to the special place you hold in our hearts." The three brothers all expressed their loyalty in unison. They even competed to bid on several items she had her eye on. Blaire ignored them and quietly waited for the final item to be brought out. Finally, the watch was presented.

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.

for some reason, she took it down and folded it into the bottom of the suitcase. Not for the past. But because she knew: Graves wouldn't want to open up. But maybe—maybe she understood what it felt like when your body betrays what your soul still clings to. One last item: a small, leather-bound notebook, corners worn. She wrote the first new line: "This won't just be healing. This will be war. But I won't give up." She zipped the bag shut. Tomorrow, it begins. And from then on, nothing would ever be the same.