Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late Novels & Stories

Then he turned and walked away, every step a wound she couldn’t heal. Ella stood there, heart aching, soul unraveling. Why did love always come with such pain? But before she could sink too deep into the ache, a chill crept into the air. The shadows shifted. Far off, something dark stirred—foul and powerful. Lila. The war hadn’t waited. It was already breathing down their necks. And no heart—whether broken or whole—would be spared. --- A Warrior’s Rise and Hearts Entwined

It's my favorite one, I love it the most, which character do you prefer - the magician, I love them - oh my God we've got the same thinking, I guess I found my other side, you're the first one who thinks as same as I do Okay, I wasn't expecting that, but it's okay at least I've got her on my team and Jacob got a new love. But with the last one, a dam was a secluded boy, I think he suffered enough before the war and anyone can notice that, so I decided to take it from her, and the chance that I've waited for has come, it is the best way to get him, sneaking slowly so no one can notice, and tell him about my team, but unfortunately, after all of that he still refuses to talk to anyone, but I n

ALPHA FENRIR’s POV. “Raven! Where the F U C K are you?” I hissed angrily. “Here alpha Fenrir,” Raven answered and quickly rushed out to meet me. I approached Raven, my eyes blazing with anger. She looked up at me, she bit her lower lips. "So, Damien is dead," I stated my voice firm but my rage evident as I spoke. "And I hear you were the last one to see him alive. Care to explain?”

He pulled me closer, our eyes meeting with warmth and understanding. — Thank you, my love… for this beautiful family. I smiled. — I love you, Dylan. We kissed while watching our children and our parents together. And in that moment happiness overflowed. Every pain. Every loss. Every fight. Every second of waiting. It had all been worth it. Finally… we were a complete family. The End.

The night air was cold, but their hearts burned with cruel satisfaction. They walked back toward the halls, their laughter echoing faintly against the stone walls. --- But inside her chamber, Elara lay awake, staring at the ceiling with swollen eyes. Her heart ached, but deep down, something stronger than pain still pulled her toward Damien. She did not know it yet, but the war outside was no longer just about enemies—it was about her own heart and whether love could survive the truth.

Ivandor zoned out as he described the memory he had of her. Leo stared at his friend in disbelief as if wondering if it was even him. "I do not understand. Have you ever kissed a rose? And when did you become so poetic? You don't even know her name and she didn't bother to get your number." "Well, guess what, she drew a heart on the window when I got out of the bus. I'm sure she feels the same way I do. And she doesn't even look like she's from this part of the town. She looks quite rich if not very rich."

I explained. He immediately looked up at me, his forehead wrinkled in confusion as he shook his head. "Who told you that I don’t want it? Z, I know it’s too early, but I’m happy because this is my dream," he said. As our eyes met, I found it hard to hold his gaze—I couldn't look at him directly because it hurt too much. I love him deeply, and seeing him brings me pain, especially since we’re no longer together. His hand reached across the table and touched mine, making me turn my attention to it.

Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20. It wasn’t until later that I found out Felix had signed an organ donation form long ago. **May 17, XXXX** *Chloe’s heart condition flared up again today. It scared me to death. The doctor said she really needs a transplant, but we can’t find a match.* **July 14, XXXX** *I turned 18 today. I signed the organ donation form, but I didn’t tell her. This way, she has another chance to live.*

“Mоm, yоu have tо tell Dad tо put an end tо this. I’m nоt mаrrying Vеrоnica. Not now, nоt ever. I dоn’t cаre what Mr Rоbinsоn says or hоw mаny timеs he triеs tо push hеr оntо us.” Shе lооks at me fоr a lоng moment, hеr exprеssiоn unrеadablе. Тhen she shifts in hеr sеat, almost hesitаntly. “Sрeaking of mаrriаge...” Нer tоne sеts me оn edge immediаtely. I narrow my еyеs. “What is it?”