King Two Hearts Novels & Stories

Tawny grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to her as she deepened the kiss. I stood in one place as if I was a statue, I couldn't move. My heart felt so heavy... waves of rage, pain, self-doubt, and resentment were crashing over me. I tried to swallow but my throat was dry and painful. Watching her do that sent me to a dark place I never knew I could reach. They whispered something and then both giggled. Carrie was trying to pull away but Tawny refused and she kissed her again.. The "Coping” I have been doing was now overwhelmed by a storm of fucked up emotions. It feels like my blood has been replaced with Arctic seawater: frozen and stinging at the same time.

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.

One by one, they surrounded Kael and Rhydian. Seraphine extended the ancient sword toward them. "This weapon cannot be carried by one heart. It chooses two." Kael looked at Rhydian. Rhydian smiled. "I guess we're sharing." Kael let out a quiet laugh despite everything. "Apparently." Together, they reached for the sword. The moment both of their hands touched the hilt... The heavens erupted. Silver and gold light exploded across the Trial of Two Hearts. The ancient blade split into two identical swords. One silver. One gold.

0 – Heartfelt emotions – Past heartbreaks are shared, bonding them emotionally and sexually. 122. Study Alone – Lingering touches – Hands graze over papers and legs, teasing escalating to heated kisses. 123. Dorm Room Storm 3.0 – Ultimate passion – Thunder outside mirrors the heat inside; fully steamy and intimate scene. 124. Midnight Heartbeats – Pride surrendered – Both surrender fully to desire and love, pride finally broken. 125. Campus Festival 3.0 – Public flirting, private passion – Playful touches in public, intimate encounters in private. 126. First Official Love Confession – Words and hearts aligned – Verbal declaration of love seals their emotional journey.

said Brandy. I'm glad to hear that, so he really expects me to be the wife, and gave birth to a child for him. Brandy's hand crept mischievously again. Exploring the hidden curves of my body. Thus, the night was appropriate to chat with each other, the warm battle was repeated again. Feels like I'm flying to heaven. But there is something different about the second game. I don't know, what's wrong with my feelings? *** I opened my eyes. Slowly my eyes caught a ray of sunlight slipping between the ventilation holes.

The same color as the mark on Kael’s chest. And the second heartbeat rising beneath the earth— was synchronizing with his. Aria’s breath stopped. Kael wasn’t just hearing the heart of the second god. He was becoming it. He groaned behind her—low, pained, feral—as though his bones were reshaping. “Aria—run—” he choked out. She turned. She shouldn’t have. But she turned— —and saw his eyes flash with two colors fighting for dominance: Silver. And abyssal black.

"Sometimes, when you talk so damn well, I want to devour you." For a moment, I forgot about the shouts from upstairs and how to breathe; I was already dead, he had killed me. The light bulb at the foot of the stairs began to flicker, and the shouts grew louder and more intense as the music stopped, giving way to broken things and more shouts. A little voice in my head shouted at me, "Kiss him!" and another, more reasonable one, shouted, "Don't do it, he's the king playing with stupid girls like you!" I wasn't even aware of our proximity until I looked up into his eyes, which seemed darker due to the lack of light.

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.

Without another word, I slipped two cards from my wallet and placed them in her palm—a platinum card and a black card. She stared at them as though they were weapons. “Hold on a minute,” she began skeptically. “You’re giving me a black card? How rich are you? Are you forgetting the basis of our marriage?” Her bluntness earned a subtle side-eye from Mr. Marcus, who had been quietly observing from a distance. “You’ll find out eventually,” I replied evenly. “Or you can simply ask about your brand-new husband. Besides, you’re married to me now. You’ll have to look the part.”

But the wolf-debt did not explain the second heartbeat. That second heartbeat had been with her since she was a young child. The flutter in her chest had come and gone for as long as she could remember. It was older than her marriage. It was older than her wedding gown. It was older than her sixteenth name-day, her tenth name-day, and the very first memories she possessed of being a little girl in her father's house at Vayne Hold. The second heartbeat under her ribs was the oldest thing she carried, whereas the wolf-debt of Doran Blackwood—by the king’s own admission—had only plagued her for the four years of her marriage. The two things were entirely different.