Hero Of Hearts Novels & Stories

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

A sigh left my lips, what game was Alpha Orion playing? Who was the real Alpha Orion, the one who killed people with no regrets or the one who welcomed orphan kids in his pack with an open heart? The one who cared about a wolfless girl to not let her get sick in the cold or the one who brought home his 'soulmate' knowing well he could never love her just to control the royals?

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

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.

The ground beneath us trembled, as if the earth itself feared what was about to come. The hearts began to levitate, their forms bathed in the pulsating light of the circle. The hybrid’s heart was the first to rise higher, its pulse matching the rhythm of Andromeda’s voice. The virgin witch’s heart followed, its magic shimmering like a veil of starlight. Finally, the heart of the treacherous wolf ascended, its energy dark and raw, a reminder of the betrayal that had paved the way for this moment.

After sending the text message to Aunt Gracie, I thanked the policemen who helped me and quickly switched to a different hotel after that. It was only then that my tension finally eased up. I felt my pounding heart slowly calm down after stepping into my new hotel room. A short while later, however, I received a notification on my phone. Randell and Evelyn had made it official and gone public about it. They posted a photo of their hands tightly holding each other under the street lamp, and the accompanying caption said, "You're my hero." I was just about to block Evelyn on all my social media too when she suddenly privately messaged me and said, "Cassidy, you've probably already seen my post

“Then I’ll be standing between you and him. And no one gets past me.” Mira wanted to argue—wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a damsel in distress, that she could fight her own battles. But the look in his eyes stopped her. He wasn’t protecting her because he thought she was weak. He was protecting her because he loved her. She reached up and covered his hands with hers. “Promise me something.” “Anything.” “Promise me you won’t be a hero. If things go wrong—if the plan falls apart—promise me you’ll run. That you’ll get out and come back for me later. I can’t lose you, Kieran. I can’t.”

“But what if I get my hopes up and then he breaks my heart? I’ve never been with anyone and I don’t think I want to carelessly risk everything for a’maybe’.” “As your therapist, you re right about not diving in when you haven’t fully healed from everything. You need to love yourself enough to be willing to take the risk of letting someone in enough for them to see your scars and help you heal.” I abruptly got up and started pacing about. “This doesn’t make sense, you want me to get my heart broken so you can keep making money from me. Is that is?” I spat. “Does my life interest you that much that the only help you can offer is one that will always benefit you?”

If this woman is Matteo's fiancee, then Lizzy wouldn't have been so warm and accepting towards Hera. "How did you meet Matteo?" Hera questioned. Sara froze. She knows that it's Hera who donated the heart for Matteo. She cannot reveal that now. If she does, then her plan would be ruined. Even though Hera doesn't know that it's Matteo to whom she donated her mother's heart, just a small hint would ruin everything.

I poured my heart to Leonidas, hopping to the gods he forgives me. With my eyes closed he speaks to me, “Princess Louise, open your eyes,” I started to cry as I felt the last of my heart break, “I” I began to say while opening my eyes he looked angry at me, I had lost him, lost the only one who wanted to be by my side, thinking of these things he places his hand on my cheek, his hand felt warm on my cheek, his strong scent was felt on my face as each breath of his nose reached me, there he spoke again, “your heart is a powerful muscle, you have no reason to hate yourself for the hateful lives of others, for their wishes to destroy what you have worked to achieve, your heart is made of gold L