Pocket Hug Hearts の小説・ストーリー

I whisper seconds before I place my hand against his heart, heating up the skin beneath my palm. A hissing sound leaves Lucern’s lips, the unexpected heat from my hand catching him off guard for a moment. The brand that graces my chest, a mixture of every mate that I love so dearly, starts to heat up as it has done multiple times before. I close my eyes against the discomfort and pour all of the love that I feel for Lucern into him through my heated palm.

After yanking off the masking tape, I slowly opened the box. My eyes widened when my nose was hit with a foul smell and when I peered inside the box; my eyes widened even further Right inside the box was a human heart that had turned black from early signs of decaying Taped to a corner inside the box was a hand written note that read; 'A little gift from me to you, I got it from your man; Nikolai. I hope you like it because it came straight from the HEART.

He took his arm from her shoulders, then he took something out of his trouser pocket and showed it to her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. The curious expression on her face turned into a happy smile as she looked at the wood carved into the shape of a rose in his hand. "Oh, my God! It's so beautiful," she said. She took it from his hand, staring at it in admiration. She turned her gaze to his eyes. "Did you make it for me?" she asked with her eyes teary. He nodded at her with a gentle smile on his face. He had made her heart deeply touched. "Thank you, I love you so much," she said and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, smiling evilly. He was glad that his plan had worked.

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

I moved slightly away from him and looked at him. "My gifts for you are in a red suitcase. Rhys is blue," he proceeded which made me nod. I pulled away from him and went to the red suitcase he said. I opened it some luxurious brands like AV, Enarmoire, Yarnary, Laceal, Pasha, and Flair welcomed my eyes. My eyes sparkled as I touched them. "They're limited edition, babe. I know that you love limited-edition bags," Soren spoke from behind and when I took a glance at him, he was removing his suit while staring at me. I just smiled at him. He really knows me.

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“I already gave you a mouse pad that says that. Don’t get too cocky now.” Alex chuckled and passed me the last box. “This is your last present.” I took the small square box with trembling hands. I opened it and stared at the thing. “A mobile socket?” I whispered in confusion. “Engraved mobile socket.” Alex corrected. He pointed at the socket where the words ‘Hacker Girl ❤️ Rich Boy’ were engraved. I controlled the disappointment. “It’s-its nice.” I was busy staring at the socket that I didn’t notice him down on his knee.

"What do you want?" She smiled, stepping forward in her sleek black dress—the exact opposite of anything appropriate for a wedding. "I came to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life." I scoffed. "Hester, this isn't a movie. You're not the dramatic ex who gets a last-minute reconciliation." "Who says I can’t be?" She stepped even closer, placing her hands on my chest. Then slowly, her hand came down lower as she pulled me close and tried to place a kiss on my lips.

I asked. She bit her lips together, “It’s not fancy and can never beat the diamond necklace but it’s the most I can do” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a box. It was a pink box, I opened to see a queen seated in a throne. A music box with a queen twirling around, the gift warmed my heart. “I want to thank you for how kindly you have treated me since I knew you, I couldn’t ask for any other Luna to serve under. Can I hug you Luna?”

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.