روايات وقصص ضمن Hearts At War: Loving Her Too Late

All Hearts! "

He doesn't even look his age at all. He has been married to Isadora Acosta for thirteen years now. The marriage isn't exactly the best kind to boast about but there's nothing he can do about it. He married Isadora because she was pregnant with Rissa. But after that he's tried to love her but he couldn't. He had to stay with her and put up with her because of his daughter. "Go get it from your nanny. I gave it to her already." He told her. "Alright thank you Dad. I'll see you later." She pecked him and walked away.

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

Their lips were just a few centimeters away from kissing each other. “I love you too”. Simon said, reconnecting their lips and relieving the moment of magic when they kiss each other. The two lovebirds can't let go of each other's arms, their love is blossoming more and more they'd imagine. They stood still holding each other waist and deep staring at both eyes. Jasper knew convincing his parents to accept Simon is another war upfront, and he'll cross the feared bridge when he reached there. Losing his inheritance isn't what that matters to him mostly anymore. ****

His eyes were hollow, his heart heavy with the things he should have said, the things he had kept bottled up for too long. He should have told Kylie upfront that he loved her a long time ago. He hadn't appreciated her when he had her, and now that she was slipping away, he regretted every moment. Jonathan could only feel regret now—pure, suffocating regret. He lifted his head, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall. Just then, Kylie's phone rang. Jonathan glanced at the screen. Nathan's name flashed there, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Neither had shown the slightest trace of emotion, and there was not a hint of conflict or tension between them. It was like watching two strangers quietly finalizing a bothersome transaction. Once their fingerprints and ID data had been verified and recorded in the system, the clerk picked up the steel seal and brought it down with a firm clang. That sound echoed through Ariel's chest, as if her heart trembled lightly with the strike. In that instant, scenes from their entire marriage—the good, the bad, all of it—flashed through her mind, frame by frame like branded images. Each one stirred up a tidal wave in her heart.

This wasn’t just about humiliation. This was war and they made the mistake of declaring it on my wedding day. The moment my mother walked out of office, I didn’t waste another second, I picked up the phone and called Matteo. My voice was low, but every word drip with fury. “Gather every man we have, drag those bastards to the old field. I want their heads severed and mounted on the streets like flags. They think they’ve gotten brave, they think I have gone soft. Let me remind them who rules this city. Let me remind them what happens when you dares to touch what’s mine.”

though not like when he was younger but it was still fit. Scarlet and Cyn lay in bed, hugging each other with smiles on their faces. "Wife, I love you," Cyn mumbled. His hazy eyes looked at Scarlet with curiosity. Scarlet smiled in return and planted a kiss on Cyn's forehead before she closed her eyes. "Goodbye, Cyn." She mumbled as she left the world. Cyn looked at his wife's stiff body, and a tear rolled down his cheeks. It had been seventy years, but Scarlet had never confessed her love once. She wouldn't even return the word... even as she closed her eyes.