Hearts To Hearts Novels & Stories

"I am sorry you all had to see me like this." "What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked. "Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones." We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

[Elara] Two hearts. Just thinking about it gives me shivers. Not because the reality of it terrifies me, but because it should be impossible. How can someone even have two hearts? Have I read something about this before? A similar case of a human born with two separate but perfectly healthy, functioning hearts? No. I didn’t. Not in my lifetime. But yes, there have been rumours. Stories. Something you hear, marvel at, and then forget. But this…this isn’t some rumour. Or story. This is real. As real as it can be.

Later she would give him hell for treating one of her sweethearts so poorly. She collapsed against the bike, resting her heated cheek against the cool metal of the tank underneath her. She gasped for breath, her body sizzling with aftershocks while he used her own sweet, sticky fluids to coat her tiny asshole. She moaned as he circled and pressed the tiny bud with his finger until he was sliding in with ease. She loved the tiny catch as it pushed through the ring and the breathless feeling in her chest as she wondered if her body could manage. Then the delicious, taboo feeling of something filling her ass.

I asked him " Yes you should tell and be clear at your heart. "He said " now tell me who is he? "he asked " you, it's you who stole my heart. Believe me kiaan I tried hard not fall for you but my stupid heart never listen to me. It signs itself to you. I know the thought is absurd but I love you and I really hope that you have some Feelings for me. But I know it's not the matter. "I told him and he knows I'm serious

Heather learned a few lessons from the heart to heart session. She knew Matthias didn’t understand women, but now she knew she didn’t understand men either. In the end, they were idiots when it came to relationships. They didn’t know how to love, so they ended up hurting each other.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

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.

AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] [AFFECTION +10] Alarms rang in Scarlet's ears repeatedly, forcefully pushing her out of her lost state. Her eyes widened, and her stomach lurched. She felt her blush creeping to her cheeks as she quickly lowered her head to hide the complicated feelings in her eyes. Scarlet's hands pressed to her chest. 'What is this feeling?' She thought to herself. Her heart... seemed to have taken a hit. Scarlet shook her head dazedly and forced a smile on her face. She raised her head to meet Cyn's. "Thank you." She said as she planted a soft kiss on Cyn's chin and rested her head on his chest.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.