Hero Of The 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.

"Scarlet, wake up!" "No, Scarlet!!!" Fateball's scream shook the air, startling Scarlet out of her daze. Her breathing was haggard. Sweat clung to her forehead, and her body wouldn't stop trembling. When she lowered her head, all she saw was an outstretched hand. She followed the hand, and her eyes widened when she saw where it ended... The alpha's heart. That hand... It was hers. She had stabbed her claws into the alpha's heart!

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

“Somеtimеs, thе right opportunitiеs comе when yоu leаst eхpect thеm. I really believe this is one of those moments. Lylah's daughter would love you, and you might come to love her too, if you gave her a chance.” I shаke my heаd, rоunting а hаnd thrоugh my hаir. “This isn’t fаir. Уou’rе putting mе in аn impossiblе positiоn.” “It’s nоt impossiblе,” she sаys softly. “It’s just... differеnt from whаt yоu plаnned. But somеtimеs, differеnt cаn be good.”

He licked his fingers my taste still lingering on his skin and grinned like the devil himself. “You taste divine,” he said, eyes burning. “Can’t wait to fuck you full.” I turned back to the window, pretending the city lights held more interest than the war raging inside me. Why does my body keep betraying me, responding to the touch of a man I’ve grown to hate?

I ruined the girl whom I love who stole my heart. Past ends here

"The way his ribs curved around his heart. The adhesions from an old appendectomy—he was, what, sixteen? The scar tissue that slowed my dissection. I know the exact pressure his aorta can withstand before it tears. Does that count as knowing him?" "No," Arthur said. But his voice had lost its edge. "That's just... information. Theo is—" He stopped. How to explain Theo? The way he laughed at crashes, at pain, at the absurdity of surviving. The way he stole Arthur's shirts and returned them smelling of gasoline and foreign cologne. The way he looked at Arthur sometimes, across the dinner table or the garage or the starting grid, with an expression that said I know you calculate everything. I d

Never quite been able to please the old wart, not even when all I did was love him. Hector the god-fucking Lycan had been my hero, all I ever wanted to be when I grew up. What a load of absolute bull dung. I felt my heart jump to my throat when something not unlike sadness flashed across his luminescent dust-grey eyes. “Then Japhtar, may the best king win.” Hector rumbled and then he was flying toward me, the weight of his royal army roaring to close the distance between us in seconds.

Army of the Heart The valley whose voices rose not in cries of war but in song that carried hope across miles of terrain where despair had reigned long unchallenged. Princess Lyra stood on a natural ridge overlooking the conclave, her heightened senses reading emotions that flamed like beacon lights in the hearts of thousands who had flowed in from all corners of the kingdom to be part of what was now no longer just a war campaign.