Hero Of The Hearts Novels & Stories

“I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.” Nizhoni squeezed him a bit tighter, holding him a bit closer, before turning him enough to make eye contact. She put a hand lightly over his heart, covering the X scar. “No one will ever hurt you like this again, baby. No one.” “Do you promise?” The terror in the question and the hope shined equally in his eyes. She wiped away fresh tears and kissed his forehead. “I swear to you, Jaxsen. You’re safe now, Yanaha. You’re not alone anymore.”

Far beyond the glowing walls of the Heart, hundreds of figures were making their way through the Valley of Echoes. Some had come for power. Some had come for revenge. Others had come because they feared a future they couldn’t control. None of them knew the truth. They believed the Heart was hiding a weapon. When in reality… It had learned how to love through trust instead of fear. And that was something far more powerful.

He looked at me once, steady and unreadable. “You coming?” My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Fear clawed at me, but under it, something stirred. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope. I stepped forward. And I chose.

"I'm begging you… Please save my daughter…" The surrounding chatter ceased abruptly as every eye fixed on the absurd scene. Meghan didn't even blink as she casually dialed Matthew's number. The moment the call connected, her voice carried a hint of feigned hurt. "Matt, please come save Taylor. Ms. Bradford hates me so much that she's trying to take the blood reserved for him. She's trying to kill us!" Danielle broke free from the guards and screamed into the phone. "Matthew, Olivia is bleeding! She has a coagulation disorder and needs a transfusion now! Tell the hospital to give us some blood, or she'll die!"

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of his anger. My eyes met Rexon's, his concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm in the storm that raged around me. He cupped my cheeks, his touch a grounding force, and I looked up at him, tears streaming down my face. I clung to him, seeking refuge in his embrace. "Sshh.. Calm down, I'm here," he whispered, his voice a comforting murmur against my ear. He gently stroked my hair, his touch a silent promise of protection.

Anna grips my hand, “I trust you but i can’t help you anymore. When my father called me, my husband was there at home. He heard the conversation and asked me to stay away from the matter.” “I understand completely. I am not forcing you to help me. I never wanted to create any problem in your life.” i clarify. “It’s okay! I can’t help you but I know someone who can help you and take you out from this mess.” Anna suggests. “Who?” “Light Angelov!” “Who is he?” I ask. “I have this card with me. Call him and explain to him your condition. I am sure he is the only one who can help you right now.”

Weak omega whose only strength is his older brothers and friendship with Leah. Who would ever want me? Skyler starts trashing in my mind, and the little one inside me starts kicking me violently as the most amazing fragrance hits my nostrils. Honey mixed with lemon; against any common sense, my heart is full of hope and joy as I turn around and look at him. He is gorgeous, tall, and muscular, with a sharp face and beautiful dark eyes. Skyler howls with joy and happiness, and I am mesmerized by him and his beauty. My mate, mine.

at the age of fourteen, she was found by her parents. since then, the heroine went back to her own life and had to part with her beloved boyfriend, the hero. Susan felt guilty. what was worse, she had a crush on the hero, but she had to conceal her feeling. in the end Susan died of in an accident and donated her heart to the heroine, who had heart disease.

she chirped, barely looking up before heading toward the garage. I waited until I heard the heavy rumble of the garage door closing. Moving to the window, I watched as she pedaled away on her pink bicycle, heading off to her daily pilates class. "Healthy living," I muttered to myself, watching her figure disappear down the driveway. Once she was gone, I knew I was truly alone with him. I walked down the hall to the master suite where Victor lay. He was a veteran, a man who had been caught in a horrific bombing while serving in Afghanistan.

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.