Romans & histoires Heartstopper Graphic Novel Series

I will try to do faster updates, I hope you guys will support me in ending this book on a pleasant note <3 Hearts & Kisses

It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again. It was his voice that Jaxsen tried to simulate in his head as his eyes roamed the pages. He found himself clutching the book to his chest, but to no avail. Cora Weaverly snatched the book, an old copy of Utopia; a fifteenth century novel of political philosophy, from his small and defenseless hands. He tried to get it back but she slapped him down. He held the tears back, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of physical manifestations of pain. He narrowed his eyes trying to be defiant. Then in a matter of a nano-secon

then I chuckled. "And please, don't avoid me, Sunny." Looking at him telling these kinds of things, the innocence in his eyes, and the sincerity in his voice making me want to hug him. But there's something that's stopping me from doing it and I couldn't define what it was. I sighed. "We should go to sleep. There's a school tomorrow." I told him. I was about to face the ceiling when Parker used his arm to stop me. I even flinched because of his sudden move. It was like he was hugging me. This guy! He really knows how to put butterflies in my stomach.

Relieved off my guilt, he stepped onto the first trio band and that was the last thing he did in his life. I flung the royal staff and it passed through his mouth and pinned him on the floor. "Any other objections?" I asked. Silence. Ten minutes later. Silence. Then, the door swung open and two men carried a young boy by the shoulder with his head facing the floor. Wickedly—like how they treated all werewolves—they dumped him on the ground. "Raise his head!" I ordered. After seeing the gruesome corpse of Lord Xono, the guards scurried In fear to do my bidding.

I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to feel his skin against mine. But just as I’m about to suggest we move this to the bedroom, the sudden clatter of blocks toppling over pulls us out of the haze, Naomi’s gleeful “Uh-oh!” reminding us of her presence. Too much. Too much. My breathing is uneven and I pull back with a breathless laugh, my chest heaving as I try to calm my racing heart. Cade rests his forehead against mine, his own breathing ragged. “To be continued,” he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of my nose.

But terrible—eyes too bright, hands shaking slightly as he held the cup, posture rigid as carbon fiber under impact. "You stupid," Arthie said. Not a question. Not quite an accusation. "You stupid, stupid—" "Yeah," Theo whispered. "I know." "You promised." "I know." "You weren't supposed to—" Arthie stopped. The cup trembled. Theo reached up—slowly, every muscle screaming, every breath a negotiation with the broken ribs beneath the dressing—and covered his brother's hand with his own.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

"Did I…did I do someth–" "Shh" she stopped him from running the moment with her fingers. Then she slowly ran her hands back over his shirt, till she came back to his stomach. And it would've stopped there, but she pushed herself a little over his crotch and her body weight shifted just a couple inches backward, just on his laps. Then her wandering hands made their final bus stop at his zipper. At that exact moment, they once again locked eyes, and though this was his first time, he knew exactly what was coming. Just as she zipped down, he held her hands back.

Arrick grabs my wrists and gives me a sharp vicious tug. “Stop it, Sophie, for fucks’ sake. Stop it. I can’t deal with this or with you this way.” He yells at me, silencing me with the shock of it and drops my hands in front of me harshly. Glaring at me with a stony face and narrowed eyes, brows crushing his expression. “I didn’t want to do this now, but you pushed it, and it’s come out like this and made everything fucking worse.... … I’ll find you a hotel until we sort out an apartment, I think it’s best if we both have some space for a while to cool off and get some perspective. Let you get started in school and settled in while I” .... … He trails off, staring at the ceiling to avoid loo

UNKNOWN POV I watched as the two kiss closely, their faces hidden in the kiss. They seemed happy back in each other's arms. I have been watching him get through all this drama for a long time now. Losing his family and his right to rule the kingdom. He lost his loved one and a blessing that was about to be in his grasp. He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him.