Hearts To Copy Novels & Stories

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

Despite the initial arrangement, Alexander had grown genuinely fond of Bridget and gifted her the necklace on her birthday. But the next time Alexander saw that necklace, it was on national news. Victor Blackwell, had publicly gifted the amulet to Bridget during the grand opening of one of his firms. The media portrayed it as though Victor had procured the necklace himself, enhancing the narrative of their romantic involvement. Bridget and Victor became the trending couple, their story splashed across tabloids and news channels. Alexander, who had yet to make his relationship with Bridget public, watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of anger and betrayal.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

Hope asked as he back hugged her. " It was Irish. She gave this plushie. " Ava said and Aaron almost came running from his bedroom. " Irish came? " Aaron asked his eyes sparkling. " Yeah, she gave this plushie. " Ava said as the said plushie was a baby chick." Guess now; Pup has both of his parent's Plushie. " She said with a smile and turned to Aaron. The said alpha smiled back until his eyes landed on the hickey. " Sis There is a hickey on you. " Aaron exclaimed as the couple blushed." oh my God. Irish got the wrong idea. "

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

- Chapter Thirty Three It's been a long time since I went to the office and today I want to resume fully. I really can't skip work lik this in another company, but this is Nolan company, that's why I can do all that I want. I step into the office trying to shake the heavy feeling clinging to my heart.. My eyes flicker into the direction to Nolan's office, I wish to go in there immediately to hug him. I don't know how I'm going to get through the day.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

“Already in your inbox. And, Sophia? You’re getting close. Just… be careful whose radar you hit.” Her voice is light, but it lands heavy in my chest. We hang up, and I slide my coffee aside, opening the notebook I keep under Jamie’s spare-room desk. The paper is cream, thick enough that ink doesn’t bleed through. I write in block capitals, CHARITY—FINAL QUARTER. Then MARRIN CO. → OFFSHORE. Arrows, dates, amounts. The kind of trail you can trace with your fingertip. It feels safer here, on paper, away from whatever eyes might still be skimming my digital footprint. Claire’s voice echoes in my head. Be careful whose radar you hit. And I picture an invisible line somewhere out there, and me cre

He looks up from the laptop he had been typing on. "Hey, baby." "Hey," I say in response. I take the sit beside me. It is far from him, but I want to admire him from afar. I never get to do that. I also don't want him to notice how fast my heart is beating, or how badly my hands are shaking. The crumpled paper is safely tucked in the back pocket of my jeans. I have roughly a day before my bodyguards tell Ace about what happened outside his club. "Are you okay?" He questions concerned.

My heart raced painfully. He was still there. “Clara, I know she’s in there,” he growled, but there was no venom in his tone, only anguish. “Let me see her.” There was a brief silence. Then Clara’s whisper. “I’ll try.” I knew I couldn’t hide forever. My chest felt heavy, each breath a burden. I stood shakily and walked to the mirror. My reflection startled me. Puffy red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, lips swollen from crying… and his marks. His hickey still bloomed like a bruise on my neck and chest, a reminder of what we had shared.