Novel & Cerita Precious Hearts Romances

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

“A little wig and makeup, and you’ll be all dolled up in no time to make the perfect Cinderella. Take it from me, you’re Cinderella material.” “Nah, I’ll pass.” He said, then leaned back. “You can’t bail on us, Jen. All the other roles have been taken. This is your only to chance to become a member of the club.” “I…” “Think about it, Jenna. I’ll be back.” ******************************* Conrad Declan’s POV I closed the small space between us and crushed my lips against Anika’s. She sighed as I pushed my tongue into her mouth, her hands moving to grip onto my hair. My hands dropping to run down her bare arms and down over her waist.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

Rare moments are all the more rarer to happen in life, I want to memorise and engrave my heart and soul with these precious moments that have only US in them, I Love You. All Hearts!!

In the growing light of dawn, the city of love seemed to hold its breath, as if acknowledging that within these walls lay a passion powerful enough to rival its own romantic legacy. Dawn painted the historic spires of Paris in shades of gold and rose, but my world had narrowed to the dangerous perfection of Nathan's embrace. In this moment, surrounded by centuries of romantic history and wrapped in the arms of my devastating billionaire, I understood that some loves transcend ordinary definitions. What we shared was as rare and precious as the diamonds he draped me in - dangerous, beautiful, and absolutely unstoppable.

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Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, close enough that if I moved an inch, our hands would brush. I hated how much I noticed. The way his shoulders curved protectively, the way his jaw clenched like he was holding back everything he wanted to say, the way his eyes softened when they lingered on me too long. And worse— the way my heart betrayed me, skipping, racing, wanting. I turned away, gripping the vanity edge until my knuckles whitened. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Dean,” I said, my voice low. “You’re asking me to open a door I swore I’d never touch again.”

Our role as the First Embers was mostly to serve as living decorations, lining the hallway with practiced smiles and perfect posture, our silence as golden as the palace's gilded trimmings. My eyes drifted back to Thrystan, now deep in conversation with a lady in a peach dress, her blonde hair swept up into an elegant braided bun. He seemed at ease, moving fluently through the social dance, as if he had done this all his life—smiling and greeting strangers with effortless charm.

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

"Ahem, so I called to remind you about coming over to our rehearsal ground. I need you to start filling me up on gists about your new mate and all the experience you have been having with her." At his words, the clear image of Precious popped through my mind; beautiful, flawless and stunning. Those are the words I'd use to describe her. She's the flower blooming in my heart and the petals of love falling around it makes my heart warm up. She's the exact definition of light in a dark tunnel and that light, I will cherish with all my heart. I nodded, even though I knew he could not see me. "Alright, I will. And don't forget to gist of all your adventures with your sluts or concubines as you wo