Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

As we neared it, the words from her premonition came to me. “What you hold close to the heart will not survive. For war is a field of no rules and morality, something you know of. But the last cards are in place as you have not changed the course of your path. In war, there are no rules but one unspoken yet agreed upon. Attack the heart. And what does an immortal man hold close to his heart that he couldn’t hold before? His mate, Vivian.”

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes as her gaze scanned the area before it landed on me. “Where’s everyone?” she asked slowly. “The movie ended an hour ago,” Her eyes narrowed, “God, you should have woken me up.” Her cheeks turned bright red and she lowered her eyes. I’m sorry I made you wait.” I turned to face her and cupped her soft cheeks, “It’s fine.” Her lashes fluttered, making her look all kinds of sweet. Unable to resist feeling her lips on mine, I slowly leaned forward, almost smiling as our lips met. She kissed me right back, her hands gripping tightly to the sides of my black shirt.

“Sometimes love is a fire that burns too brightly. It consumes everything in its path until all that’s left is ash. To protect her… I had to let her go.” The throne room, vast and dimly lit by flickering torches, felt colder than usual, the shadows on the walls dancing as if mocking the warmth that could have been. The grand tapestries, which once felt like a testament to power and legacy, now seemed like veils hiding too many secrets.

I returned to my room and watched her for a moment while she slept peacefully. This girl in front of me, laying on my bed is the only woman who could give me a heart attack. She could kill me with her words, by her action." I muttered to myself while leaning against the closed door. I will do everything I can to hear from her that she loves me too. ** LARABELLE'S POV "I woke up early the next day, unsure of how to cover my exposed body, and not only was Dawzon beside me, lying face down, deeply asleep.

Too late to fix it. Too late to earn a way back into her heart. *********

“Fine. Then, I’ll call off the wedding myself. Let’s see how much of the Lovell fortune survives the Wright Group’s retaliation. “Transfer the assets to me, and Gemma gets the engagement. That way, the alliance between the Lovell and Wright families will stay intact. You’d just be switching the bride. You have two minutes to decide.” Gemma was deeply in love with Raymond. Hearing my words, she immediately rushed to Susan and pleaded tearfully for her consent. “Time’s up,” I announced. Then, I pretended to leave. “Wait! We agree to transfer the assets,” Susan said with a displeased expression. “Good. Sign here.” I pulled the prepared agreement from my bag and handed it to them. Shortly after,

When I was in a burst of excitement and called her that impulsively right after our wedding ceremony, she was so angry that she tore up our marriage certificate and stayed out all night. But since I was about to die anyway, I figured I might as well give up caring. So in a hoarse voice, I finally voiced the longing I had buried for too long. "I'm so cold. Can you come home and hug me?" Samantha, however, was busy. She panted softly on the other end of the phone for a while and even seemed to lightly pat the man's arm before finally freeing herself and scolding irritably, "Joshua Davidson, will it kill you to stop being so dramatic?

She too claps her hands and give applause to all the soldiers she was too happy that the war in Simpkins is over she feel excited to see his beloved Sergeant Herrera. The commander sees her coming and suddenly, the Commander's smile faded. She stands on the other side and watching all the soldiers coming, they are all shouting and put their hands into the air, their feeling of happiness cannot be hidden. But minutes fast, no Sergeant Herrera are coming in and joining the other for the celebration, her smiles were faded and she suddenly stops to clap her hands, she looks around as if her eyes start to cry.