Novel & Cerita Hearts Divided

His heart ached with the possibility that he had been deceived once again. Alexander’s thoughts shifted back to the moment he saw Sophia enter the restaurant, looking stunning in her emerald green dress. He had felt a pang of admiration, even affection, which quickly turned to rage upon seeing the amulet. The anger that had surged through him was rooted in more than just the present situation; it was intertwined with the betrayal he felt from Bridget’s actions years ago.

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

So she knows he's perfectly fine and that his parents didn't harm him in any physical way. But now she saw him differently. Ross is not just a doctor, but an angel sent him. Tippa wasn’t going to dwell on the past, with the present standing right here in front of her. When he was ready to tell her what happened, he would. She realized that her heart didn't want to push him away, but it wanted to be in his company. Sometimes, you just can’t help what the heart wants. Tippa thought.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

For a heartbeat, the chamber was heavy with the weight of what none dared to say aloud: that perhaps the thrones already belonged to her, whether the Elders willed it or not. It was Ysolde who broke it, rising from her seat with sudden purpose. Her shadow stretched long across the runes. “We cannot show division. If we fracture, she has already won. We must act as one, even if we disagree in private. We must remind the people who has kept them safe all these centuries.” “Safe?” Soren’s voice was dry, brittle as old parchment. “Or shackled?” Ysolde’s head snapped toward him, but before she could answer, the chamber shuddered. The golden runes along the floor dimmed, their glow sputtering as t

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.

"THEY THINK THEY CAN KEEP YOU SUPPRESSED BY KEEPING YOU ISOLATED, BUT THEY UNDERESTIMATE THE STRENGTH OF YOUR HEART." "YOU ARE NOT JUST LUMINA OR UMBRA. YOU ARE NOT JUST HEALER OR WARRIOR. YOU ARE OUR DAUGHTER, BORN OF LOVE BETWEEN ANCIENT ENEMIES, PROOF THAT DIVISIONS CAN BE BRIDGED AND WOUNDS CAN BE HEALED."

****** The two souls separated and the two bleeding hearts were left to yearn for each other. ******