Hearts Bridal Mga Nobela at Kwento

Without another word, I slipped two cards from my wallet and placed them in her palm—a platinum card and a black card. She stared at them as though they were weapons. “Hold on a minute,” she began skeptically. “You’re giving me a black card? How rich are you? Are you forgetting the basis of our marriage?” Her bluntness earned a subtle side-eye from Mr. Marcus, who had been quietly observing from a distance. “You’ll find out eventually,” I replied evenly. “Or you can simply ask about your brand-new husband. Besides, you’re married to me now. You’ll have to look the part.”

“From the moment I saw you dancing in Barbados, you captured my heart in ways no woman has ever done before. My life was fine before you came, but you turned my world upside down.” “Evan…” “Shh, let me finish,” he warned. “Since you already forced me into saying yes to you… in a very nice way…” I threw my head back giggling, “please allow me the honor of giving you this.” He opened the box, what’s inside mesmerized me. A gold band with a heart in the middle and a crown nestled above it. A hand-like design holds the heart like it would never let it go. It’s crafted perfectly and age only made it even more fascinating.

Naina’s POV Next day my mood was off realizing how I am betraying this man. We ate our breakfast silently in our room as Avni was still sleeping. "I have bought something for you." "What?" I asked and he pulled out a box from his packet. "What's in this?" I asked but he asked me to open it. I opened it to see a beautiful crystal style bracelet. "Wow! I loved it. I have never seen something so beautiful,” I said as I wore it in my right hand.

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

he says quietly, offering his hand to her. “No, I'm okay”.Daphne refused to take his hand, giving Roman an awkward look, she gave her a reassuring smile and Daphne walked with him up the stone steps, the night air cool against her skin. The door opens easily, and they step inside to a quiet, warm home. The crackling sound of a fire in the fireplace fills the room, and the soft lighting gives the space a cozy, safe feel. It’s the kind of place that makes her feel like she can breathe again.

I needed this man so badly and it was driving me nuts. After taking my bath, I thought of what to wear. I needed Robert to look at me with desire clearly visible in his eyes. I slipped on a silk satin mid length dress, It was a soft shade of blush pink. It effortlessly showed my curves, emphasizing my figure. I paired it with a delicate silver earring. I let my hair loose, allowing it to cascade down my back in soft waves. A light application of makeup, a touch of mascara and a swipe of lip gloss, completed the look. I looked at myself in the mirror, my nipples were clearly visible, I wasn't going to be needing too much of my bra. I didn't even like them anyway. Just then my phone beeped, I

A cold, deep voice broke through. I forced my eyelids open. Standing silently in the shadows was Magnus Sutter, the zombie king. His pale, gray eyes betrayed no emotion. "You agreed to marry me. For the five years of truce, I will keep my promise." The urge to question him rose, but my body was too drained—I couldn't muster a single word. Magnus noticed my state. A moment later, a heavy can of meat landed at my side. Then, with a blur of shadow, he was gone.

"We don't want the people-or the press-wondering why my wife addresses me so formally now, do we?" Noah rose from her seat, her eyes narrowing at him. "There is no one here, Mr. Anderson," she told him with perfect enunciation, her tone implying that she wasn't playing along. "I'll see you in two weeks—at the wedding." Damien strode to a small safe in the corner of his office and opened it with a series of moves. Turning back to her, he held a small velvet box. Opening it, he showed her a diamond ring whose surface caught the light as he walked closer.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

Upon lifting my eyes to him, his lips just made its way to my lips. This is not the first time Parker made me feel this secured. This is not the first time his lips landed to mine and it gave me the same feeling I felt that day our lips met each other. The butterfly in my stomach, the abnormal throbbing of my heart and the sudden sweat my skin have been releasing. I think I finally found the answer. There's no reason to hide it anymore. This guy, named Parker Wingston is the same guy my heart is beating for. When our lips parted, both of our eyes were locked to each other. Parker smiled which caused me to make a soft chuckle.