Hearts Of Nineteen Novels & Stories

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

DRAKE I don't know what to call the past few days for myself. Hell was what I thought my life is when I first got separated with Carina. But now it's worse than hell. I'm supposed to feel better about this but I don't feel better at all. I just hate my life. I'm a billionaire and I have all the features most people want. What's the use of all these when my life is a total mess up? I know I sent Carina away and I seriously don't want to see her. I can't get her out of my heart and that seems to be the problem for me. She's bound and etched in my heart, I am still madly in love with her.

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

Another picture showed Viktor clutching Lukas’s hoodie while Lukas leaned over him as nothing else existed around them and despite the grainy quality…despite the darkness…it was obvious enough…painfully obvious and the caption underneath read: “CAPTAIN AND FORMER STAR PLAYER? The university hockey duo caught together late at night.” and replies flooded beneath it already. “Wait, is that Reiner???” “nah there’s no way” “THAT LOOKS GAY AS HELL???” “bro i knew something was weird there” “isn’t that viktor???” “holy shit” “Locker room romance?? Sign me uppp!” “Nah coach gonna kill somebody” Viktor stopped breathing properly and the apartment suddenly felt smaller around him while life moved on l

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Properly, legally, permanently. They'd still be married. But without terms or expiration dates or clauses that punished love. Just two people who chose each other. Every single day. And that was enough. --- **END CHAPTER 19**