Romans & histoires King Two Hearts

“Too bad I have counter-plans, Hugo. While you are out here working your ass off to get the girl to marry you, I am back home doing everything that would please our father to make him make the girl marry me instead. I would be the ruler, Hugo. You are older by some seconds, but I am next to the throne, and I would do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Even if it means getting married to some random girl who I do not even know or like whatsoever.” I immediately walked towards him and held him in his collar. “I do not care about you and your freaking throne, damn it! But do not talk about the woman I love just like that! You do not have the damned right to call her some random girl because

Their eyes were like real wolves, as if they could eat me alive at any time. I can't lose again! I took the latest card at all costs. Both Liam and Leander have revealed their cards. They really are twins, and they got 12 points at the same time! Only the color is different, one is the Queen of Hearts, one is the Queen of Diamonds. I feel a lot of pressure. “Faye, come on, your turn!” Leander urged. I half-squinted the card, and instantly opened my eyes. I got a king.

“It can also pull them closer. For instance, Ry, look at her. You can see it in her eyes, Ryan. Like she’d trade places with him in a heartbeat if she could.” Her words made something twist in me. I didn’t know the man or the woman, but I felt the heaviness seep through the glass and it made my heart ache. My voice was strained as I replied, “Yeah. It’s either-or, I guess. Brings you closer… or tears you apart.” We moved on and I was glad we did. Watching the couple was too much for me.

If only for tonight. She took a breath as two cards were placed in front of her. She took a moment to compose herself before taking a peek at them. She blinked once and laid the cards flat on the table again. A king and a queen. Both of the same suit. Hearts. She was going to enjoy this round.

Kept walking, forcing her to back up until her shoulders hit the wall and his body caged her in, hands planted on either side of her head. "Kieran—" "He's watching," Kieran murmured, his face inches from hers. "There are cameras in this hallway. Castellano will have access to the feeds. If we want him to believe this marriage is real, we need to give him a show." Mira's breath caught. "What kind of show?" Kieran's gaze dropped to her lips. "The kind that leaves no room for doubt." He kissed her. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was desperate and hungry and fucking devastating. His mouth claimed hers like she belonged to him, like he'd been waiting years instead of days, like every rule h

Aris dismissed the nurses. The door clicked shut. He moved the wand across her stomach, his expression tightening. “Seraphina,” he said quietly, angling the screen away from the door. “Look.” Two pulses.Separate. Her breath caught. “There are two heartbeats,” he whispered. “Twins. A boy and a girl.” Cold spread through her. Clara. The contract. One child was a solution. Two.A problem. Her hand shot out, gripping his wrist. “Don’t tell them.”

“Second?” Dr. Maren smiled wider. “Yes. Twins.” For several seconds, no one moved. Then Decker said, very quietly, “Twins.” Lotty’s hand went to her stomach. The tears spilled over now. “Twins.” On the monitor, two tiny heartbeats flickered. Two. Not one. Two lives. Two futures. Two impossibly small promises. Decker looked as if the world had shifted beneath him and somehow become both more beautiful and more terrifying.

Clara's voice shook as she looked away, her hurt concealed by none. "I can't believe I have to watch you stay married to her for the next two years," she said, her shoulders sagging in despair. Damien bowed his head low, not even able to look at her. "My father wanted a five-year contract, not two." "What?!," Clara's eyes had widened with incredulity, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Five years? That is just so not fair, Damien. Two years was, like, already too long; now it is five?!

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.