Hearts Of Nineteen Novels & Stories

All he could think about were the two women who had equal rights to his heart and his body. His body was in perennial aroused state. His heart was always palpitating. Who would be the first to go to bed with? Who would win his heart again? Eve or Belinda. Belinda or Eve. Three of the great-grandmothers asked him to be driven to the airport. They were foreigners. They wanted to meet their remaining families. "Do you know your present addresses, great-grandmas?" he asked them respectfully. "Yes, of course!" they answered in unison. "Belinda shall kindly accompany us," one of the women disclosed to Orlando. She was an American.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Red and black roses fall from the tops of buildings, they never stop falling, they seem endless, the streets are flooded with them and they never stop falling, my eyes marvel at the sight of the flowers falling from the sky to the streets of Madrid and my name, said by one of the brothers, makes me turn towards them again. My hands cover the gasp that escapes my mouth when I see the three brothers kneeling before me with a chest in their hands. My body trembles as my eyes leak the small tears I can't hold back. Be ours, Oscar speaks again — For today, for tomorrow, and forever. We plan to give you our last name, permanently — Noah said. Queen of our empire and our life says Raymond — Marry u

Daphne was fast asleep in the living room, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the walls. Suddenly, a loud bang at the door jolted her awake, her heart pounding in her chest. “Let me in, you bitch!” a voice snarled from the other side. It was Leo, Daphne’s husband, and his tone was filled with fury.

"Unbelievable! You're ruining your big day! Apologize to your husband right now!" Gilbert held my hand, and we both ascended the stage. "You'd hit your own daughter over 1.5 million. Well, then I offer double, but I want you to never touch Katherine again. Deal?" My mother's eyes lit up, and she nodded profusely. Happy with the answer, Gilbert descended the stage, holding my hand. "Ah, of course, the money is only for Katherine. You're not touching any of it." That hit Joan hard. She had a mental breakdown and roared like something that was between human and animal.

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

I could barely breathe. "You're already on number three, Danica," Hartley whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "Let's see if we can get you to five." Across from us, the other girls were just as busy. Tracy was shoved up against the steps, her head thrown back while Becca worked on her. Becca was using both hands steady and hard. Tracy’s moans were bouncing off the stone walls of the villa. "I'm winning!" Tracy shrieked, her body jerking as she hit another peak. "That's four for me!"

"Please find another person" Nixon replied as Luna strolled toward him and kisses him right in front of Diana. After kissing him she stares at Diana badly and drags Nixon away. Diana's eyes and heart were so depressed, she felt so vulnerable. "Almighty! why are things often turning around on me..." "Why is this happening to me, am just so vulnerable to heart breaks" "Maybe am not destined to be with any man, I internally feel so lonely, always" "I thought that this one would be the perfect person for me"

Well you know what they say, Destiny’s a bitch, and there’s nothing you can do about it, especially not some lost nineteen-year-old girl who’s just had her entire life turned upside down and put on an extra spin cycle in the dryer for added measure, because just an ordinary change just wouldn’t do. Nineteen is a number that at first glance doesn’t seem to be all that life-changing, and in a normal world, it wouldn’t be. But add that to the overpowering mysteries of the supernatural world with a woman far too young to shoulder its responsibilities and it changes the entire essence of the word. In either domain, one would think that nineteen was far too young for a single girl to be thrown fro