Hero Of The 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.

“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?”

He didn’t know how to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart and move on. But with Reina by his side, he hoped to earn back her love once again. Adelia was his light in the darkness, his anchor in the storm. He assured himself that with Reina’s help, he could slowly but surely get back Adelia’s heart, but also heal and find his happiness in her once again. He looked at her and smiled, a small but genuine one. “Thank you, Reina,” he said softly. Reina smiled back, her eyes shining with warmth and understanding. “Anytime, Russe. I’m here for you,” she replied, giving his hand another squeeze.

"He was ten, what does he knowabout the leadership at such age? I remember crying and pleading with his father that he wasn't ready, that same night, rogues from other kingdoms broke into the packhouse and killed nearly hundreds of guards, including Damien's younger brother, I was captured as well and almost killed, they demanded that Damien gave up the throne, it was horrible, after Damien had saved me and protect the pack members, we knew only he could protect us. Only his beasts could make sure we are alive and protected. Most times he can't even control what they do" I find myself melting a little bit but I still kept my straight face up. "Rina, I'm not telling you to forgive Damien or

The kind that didn’t just enter your orbit — he made you aware you were already in his. She angled toward the bar, fingers brushing the satin clutch at her side. If Leo noticed, he didn’t show it. But Cass knew better. Men like him noticed everything. Cass offered a polite, noncommittal smile. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the story,” she said, keeping it vague. “Stories make the world go round, Ms…?” Grant—his name stitched into his leather portfolio—leaned in. She sipped her drink before answering. “Blake. Cassandra Blake.” One of her safe, untraceable names.

Heather hesitates, shocked by my order, but reluctantly steps aside. The girls face bursts with happiness as comes to stand in front of me. “Your Majesty, I-I know what the test is about!” she declares. “Go on,” I tell encouragingly. “It’s… about, um, black hearts and wisdom. But not actual hearts! Like, it’s not the thing you find, it’s, um… something inside us. The heart is not really a heart—it’s… someone’s…or my heart!” I stare at her, trying to make sense of her ramble. The nobles nearby smother their laughter.

"I’m not a butcher. I’m the Luna of the Cole territory." The leader smiled, showing a row of teeth that had been filed into points. "You are more than a Luna. You are the catalyst." He turned to his pack. "Bring the heart. The girl will carry it to the altar. But she will carry it as what she truly is." One of the shadows knelt over the stag and plunged a hand into its chest. There was a wet, tearing sound. He held up the massive, frozen heart. It wasn't red. It was gold.

Tears streamed down her face unchecked. For the first time, all Ryan felt was disgust. He flung her hand aside. "Get out!" After that, Olivia vanished from Ryan's world, but suspicion gnawed at him, driving him to dig into her secrets. What he uncovered made his blood run hot with rage. Olivia's so-called heart condition had been a fabrication from the very start. She had never been sick. She never needed my mother's kindness. Every word she spoke to them had been an act.

“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.”

Alpha Terren. He was no longer the imposing figure of Audrey’s nightmares. Without the "Heart of the Void" fueling his daughter’s magic, and with his own pack standing in a silent, growling circle around him, he looked small. He looked like a man who had built a kingdom on a foundation of sand, only to watch the tide come in.