King 2 Hearts Novels & Stories

I don't know how I can make it mean more. You're special to me, because with you, I can be free. I can express myself with words. I don't want you talking to other girls. But, I can tell you for sure, a part of my heart is yours. Don't think I cheated. It won't be repeated. You're my only. Don't forget that honey. - Truly, Surely, Deeply, Subhadra She kissed the end of the paper to emphasize her point. She folded the paper neatly and put it in her purse. She would give it to him the next time she saw him.

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

I closed my eyes as I let the song take me to a different place. "....Come through, I think I need you here I swear it's hard to keep these feelings to myself Now you're the one I'm thinkin' of..." I was disturbed by a knock on my door. I groaned and ignored it but of course it became loud. For a second, a split second my mind hoped it was Tawny. 'open this door Amora.. please.. just open...' Luna.. I should have known it was her and not Tawny... I mean why would King be here, she was probably on her way to the honeymoon with her wife who happens to be my sister.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

In this program, a millionaire plays at being pampered and competed for, under the false image of romance, constructed from the very start by the show's title: "The Key to the Heart." "I talked informally with Ryan and Ian, Sophie... and we're thinking of providing daily coverage, showing everything that happens in the mansion or even during the dates. There will be twenty-four hours of interaction between the girls every day, seven days a week, and only two hours of the actual show in total," Brad said.

Qhawekazi told them “Are you not talking about my husband’s heart?” the queen mother asked, the king was not dead as everyone thought he was. “No, queen mother, the king’s heart is beating faint and slow. While this one is strong and ever so powerful. What amazes me is that they are beating at the same pace as that of the king even though his is faint and weak.” Qhawekazi revealed.

"Being king means more than being strong. We do not seek power in you. This will be given for free to the one who will become king because his power will increase and become something he never dreamed of. We were looking for a good heart. We were looking for someone willing to sacrifice for love, for principles, for what is truly valuable in our world. ” I look Dominic in the eye. "To me, you're everything this elder says," I whisper lightly. "You are the king of my heart. You loved me before you met me, you loved me poor and hurt even when I was a nobody in this world. I love you! ” I tell him and Dominic leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips. When we turn our heads to the elder who

The promise of death filled his eyes as his body became paralyzed. "No, my dear Prince, I don't think you will. But I will gladly take your kingdom as payment for your delay, along with the lives of your brothers. Enjoy Tartarus. I hear it's lovely this time of year." I gripped Winston's onyx hair, placing a rough kiss on his cheek before jamming my hand into his chest and ripping out his heart. "Long live the Queen," I whispered into his ear before tossing his heart into the tall grass, knowing that one of the creatures of hell would eat it before long.

, his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above. "Go, restore it in the memory of her. And wait for the triumph to come. This heart brings you much strength I can feel. The love inside it is real, unconditional and unparalleled", he exclaimed with a terror in his voice. Murphy stood stunned at the sight, they put the box with the beating heart in the wall, below which the frame of Johanna lied, then the king restored the frame upon it nealty, with a terrible grim on his face, a triumph that could be told from his face.

As if no one had ever offered him this choice before. "And if I refuse?" he asked. "If I take your mates anyway, and keep the crown, and keep the shadow?" "Then I will use the heart," I said. "I will speak your name. I will unmake you. I will die with you. But I will not let you have them." I reached for the stone heart. It flew from the king's hand to mine, its pale blue light blazing, warm against my palm. The king's name burned on my tongue, ancient and terrible, the name that had been waiting in my blood since Marcus marked me.