Pocket Hug Hearts Novels & Stories

I glanced at him. "I got you an apology gift" he stared at me with his innocent eyes. "I had been planning this for a few days now so it's not just because we fought" Ace admitted before taking a rectangular box out of his pocket. "Remember you said you didn't trust me around me other women" Ace mumbled softly. I nodded confused at what was happening. "Here" he handed me a box while also pulling out another box from his pocket. Inside, there was a bracelet that had a heart in the centre of it, connecting one side of the bracelet, to the other side. The heart had a little key hole in the centre of it.

Receiving back to back gifts was a different experience but the thought that he was doing it for my apology, made me laugh. Peter appeared three more times after that with his message. He bought a baby bear, a gift box that had a lovely one piece dress and ultimately a small red ring box which I had seen in Ethan's hands few in the morning. Just like morning I stiffened at the look of the box but when Peter said while he insisted me to open it and see, my heart melted, "He said, This heart is the small version of his heart that will stay with you forever." It was a platinum chain with a small heart pendant, extremely small. There was E carved in the middle of the pendent and it shown in the

This is the second time I'm getting thoroughly embarrassed today and my heart is beginning to feel sore. But wait a minute, how the hell did a red lacy thong get in my box? I don't even wear thongs so how did it get to my box? Oh my goodness! Harriet. The dots began connecting themselves. That witch I call a best friend did this and she will be getting thoroughly dealt with when I get home. ____ I kept grunting as I adjusted the black fitted dress with crystal-like embroidery on it. It is long just like a dinner gown but completely backless, revealing my skin. Too much skin if you ask me.

From force. Controlled force. Not messy. Professional. His stomach tightened. “Too clean,” he said under his breath. That wasn’t random. That wasn’t street-level chaos. That was planned movement. He exhaled slowly through his nose. Then pulled out a second phone. Not the one Keisha knew about. Not the personal one. This one was different. He stared at it for a second before unlocking it. One contact. No name. Just a symbol. He hesitated. Then hit call.

“No sudden surges. No force.” Lyra gave her a small nod. “I understand.” She moved to the nearest cot. A tiny pup cuddled up behind a blanket, its ribs just showing through the skin. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath shallow, as if his body had forgotten how to fully trust the air. Lyra lowered herself beside him. She didn’t touch him at first. She simply listened. Not with ears. With aura. The pup’s life pulsed faintly, like a candle struggling in the wind.

"Normal. For you. For now." He approached, the proximity that was necessary and charged. The Holter's electrodes needed placement — the stickers that would record 24 hours of electrical activity, the data that was Arthie's life made visible. "Shirt," Cyrus instructed, the word that was clinical and not-clinical simultaneously. Arthie complied, the motion that was familiar now, the exposure that was vulnerability and trust. His chest was scarred — the surgical site from the ablation, healed but visible, the reminder that his heart had been opened, mapped, burned, repaired.

"It was my fault. Don't worry, I'll do everything I can to make it right." Just like that, years of hard-won respect crumbled in a single moment. The crowd finally dispersed, still heavy with anger. … When I returned to my cold quarters, I found a familiar charm lying at the door—a simple knot, crafted with Victor's own hands. No one else knew how to make it. But was it a belated apology? Or just payment on Anya's behalf? I picked up the delicate knot, its threads cool against my fingers, and let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Foolish thing." Then, without hesitation, I tossed it into the trash.

It claims. And tonight, it was claiming her. The clearing wasn’t empty. Dozens of Crescent Hollow wolves had gathered in their dual forms some human, some already half-shifted, their glowing eyes fixed on the ceremonial stones that formed the circle. Torches hissed in the damp air, dripping smoke that smelled faintly of sage and iron. This was meant to be a night of celebration. But Lyra felt none of it. She tugged at the ceremonial silver clasp at her throat, the one that fastened the deep-blue cloak over her dress. The fabric itched. The metal felt too heavy. Everything about tonight weighed on her in a way she couldn’t shake.

Just open. Then, like a miracle, the closet door swung open, flooding the small space with light. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. And there, standing before me, was Liam. As I quivered on the hard, cold floor, my breath hitched in my throat as Liam stepped forward. Without a word, he reached out and enveloped me in a warm, protective hug. The kind of hugs in high school movies. As his arms encircled me, he smelt of sunflower and something else I couldn’t quite place my fingers on. My trembling body pressed against Liam's chest, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his arms around me.

He placed the gun back into its pocket staring at her. "It's so nice to see you again". Victoria said as she stroked towards him, and without warning, enveloped him in a tight hug. Raphael who just walked out from the door caught sight of this and gave a wicked smile. He quickly drew out his phone and took a photo of the two who were in a tight hug. "This would be the best way to start with my breakup plan". He said walking away before they noticed him. Drake was dumb folded and within a flash, pulled himself out of the hug with no expression at all on his face.