Hearts Of Gold Book Novels & Stories

I will want him to abandon the mafia life but since I'm not sure of him, whether he'll be my forever, I can't say or do anything. We walk upstairs to the golden library, it's written so on top of it. The door is gold and giant, I believe this is the reason it's named so but when the door is pushed open and I see the interior, everything is gold, the book shelves and the ceiling, a gold chandelier stands in the midst, suspending from the ceiling, giving it powerful rays of light on the entire room. I feel this' my best place. "I think I can take a book from here?"

I stepped back and looked around. The door of the room pushed open. A figure entered the room wearing a cloak. The person closed the door. The person removed the cap of the cloak. The person was a female . She had long brown hair. She came and stood in front of the desk . As I walked by her side and paused to see what she was doing I saw she was going through some book with a leather cover. I tried to look closely, it was something written about the heart. Words were not clear but it was written 'Heart of gold'. I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important.

Anita agreed, and Mila hugged her more deeply and affectionately. Anita separated her body from Mila and walked her to the bed. She sat down and Mila sat beside her. “Mila, since we have realized our mistake, that’s why we have found you a good husband that will chase away the pains in your heart,” “Accept him happily. He belongs to Anya, but we are giving him to you, because you are also precious and deserve something good.” Anita sugar mouthed. “Anya can have him. I will find another better man.” She declined.

"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.

Welcome to Hacked Hearts. Excusem the spelling or grammar mistakes, because I am only human. I hope you love this story and enjoy reading it. Don't be a silent reader, I'd love to know your views. Okay, then see on the otherside ;) Chapter 1: I don't do drugs, so I can have a bad habit. "I hate Tuesdays!" I groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, snuggling into my Panda blanket.

He put a box on the table and urged her to open it. She did and found a beautiful necklace inside. It was a thin gold chain with a blue stone as a pendant. It was the same necklace he had showed her. One day, he had asked shown her two necklaces and asked her which one was better. He told her it was for his Mom, but apparently it had been for Nehra. She wasn't in the mood to pick a fight with him. "It's beautiful." "It is and I never got to give it to her." Her heart ached. Why was he buying jewellery for her and why was he toying with her heart?

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

He moved at last. He slowly moved into the position of king. The moment he did—. The chamber erupted. The two thrones were lit up by opposing waves of light. One silver. One gold. Energy travelled violently in opposite directions between them. With power running through her like a knife, Amina grimaced. Not pain. Not exactly. Awareness. She felt everything. The worlds she had freed.". Multiple streams of consciousness traversing open networks.... Unstable, yes—. But alive. Then she felt Adrian.

✦ The east room was smaller than the great hall and considerably more dangerous first thing in the morning because Caelum was already seated with coffee and a book and the expression of a man who had slept zero hours and found this entirely acceptable, and Zyren was at the head of the table with correspondence and the particular composure of someone who had decided to pretend last night was a normal night. Which it was not. Mia walked in, sat at Zyren's left without being invited, reached for the coffee pot, and poured herself a cup before anyone could speak. Caelum looked at her hair. Looked at Zyren. Looked at his book. "The gold is new," he said, to the book. "The heartstone is marking th

“I thought it was fun. I tried not to judge a book by its cover.” “Its cover was literally two old women baking pies.” Nikola pointed dramatically toward the television from the floor. “One of them has emotional depth, Lukas.” “She’s sick with arthritis.” “Oh…” Nikola corrected, “She has that too.” Elias laughed quietly from the armchair nearby while Lydia aggressively stole fries from Klaire’s plate despite claiming five minutes ago she “wasn’t hungry.” The entire apartment that was initially their quiet space now somehow smelled like buttered popcorn, cheap food and too many people existing in one space together and honestly? Viktor loved every moment of it…even though Lukas looked one inc