Hearts To Copy Novels & Stories

“I already gave you a mouse pad that says that. Don’t get too cocky now.” Alex chuckled and passed me the last box. “This is your last present.” I took the small square box with trembling hands. I opened it and stared at the thing. “A mobile socket?” I whispered in confusion. “Engraved mobile socket.” Alex corrected. He pointed at the socket where the words ‘Hacker Girl ❤️ Rich Boy’ were engraved. I controlled the disappointment. “It’s-its nice.” I was busy staring at the socket that I didn’t notice him down on his knee.

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. "

He looked engrossed in the piece. I nervously looked at the drawing and wished I had covered it or hadn’t drawn it in the first place. “Honestly, I don’t know. I let my mind and hand take the lead.” “Interesting,” Professor Burns looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. “Art that comes from the heart has a different way of expressing itself. It happens naturally without you even thinking about it and that,” he turned to address the class, “is how true art is made. It requires no thought, simply just let your soul take control and once you can achieve that, you will be one of the greatest artists of your time.” He walked around the room, looking at everyone.

only YOU. All Hearts !!

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.

Another woman. Elena took a shaky step back, her heart hammering against her ribs. She needed to leave. Now.

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.