Precious Hearts Romances Novels & Stories

With his inner speculation about Amelia’s real identity gnawing deeper, his manner toward her grew even more reverent. “Miss Brown, the ‘Heart of Romance' necklace has been carefully packed and is ready for you." Alana approached, presenting the boutique's signature gift box with both hands, reverence in every motion. Inside the box, elegant and finely crafted, nestled the Heart of Romance ruby necklace. “Thank you," Amelia said with a gentle smile as she accepted it. Just as she was about to ask Alana to ring up the payment, Lucas stretched out a sleek black card. “Charge it," he ordered coolly.

At the ring box in his hand and the city behind him and the man who had shown up every morning for months without guarantee and held her hand in delivery rooms and defended her name in board meetings and researched the rooftop where she had learned to be alone because he wanted to ask her to never be alone again. "Yes," she said. Simple. Clean. Unhesitating. George opened the box. His hands were not entirely steady, which she found more moving than anything he had said. He put the ring on her finger and then held her hand in both of his and looked at it for a moment. "This is the real one," he said. "This is the real one," she agreed. He looked up at her. She stepped forward and kissed him —

"But I cried anyway. When they transplanted Nathan's heart, I locked myself in the men's room the whole time, smoking and unable to stop my tears. Even Sue never managed to find me. "Also, the title of Mrs. Frost wasn't meant to be compensation… Because for me, you're the only one who can be my wife. "I now see Sue for what she truly is, but it's too little, too late. "I've fallen in love with you before I knew it, Wanda, even if telling you now is pointless." As he finished, I remembered that meteor shower that he had spent millions making for me. I crossed my fingers, making a wish as the shooting star left a fiery trail to the night sky.

“Good.” James’s hand was gentle under her chin as he lifted her mouth to his and immediately her lips opened at his probing. The fire which was just waiting to ignite every time they touched, blazed into being and he moved his body slightly, pressing her against the worktop so he could feel every soft curve, every contour. Her hands slid up around his neck as she returned the need to be close. “My darling, you’re so beautiful, inside and out,” he murmured throatily. “Warm, soft, intoxicating. For weeks I haven’t been able to sleep properly for thoughts of you in my arms.”

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

He allotted a small space where there was a warm LED light placed in a small circle while hanging on four poles, a table for two, a bottle of alcoholic beverage, a dish, and red petals on the floor. It was small and simple. This is the same as the ones I see in romantic movies. What are these for?! It was quite hidden and there’s literally a huge water tank just two meters away from the table. Lurcos walked towards one of the chairs and pulled it before looking at me still wearing his mesmerizing smile, offering me the seat. “What are these for exactly? And why are you doing all of these?” I asked without moving from where I stand. “I told you you are my date for tonight. This is what normal

I licked my lips nervously and put on a fake smile, "Yes, he might have forgotten about telling me about this." "Ruhee, are you telling me the truth?" "Yes," I said confidently, "he is just busy and I did not get enough time to talk to him, I am just here in the room." There was a pause, "Remember I am here for you. You need to get out and explore the place, maybe this is the new life you always wanted and I know you are a hopeless romantic about soulmate stuff so maybe this will work in your favor. I tried to get away from Damien and look at us now."

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

my voice came out softer than intended, my pitch falling with every word. Then I realized just how close we were. Our faces were barely inches apart. I could feel his breath on my lips, warm and slow.. And I didn’t move. Neither did he. I could see in his eyes that he was just holding himself back. He reached for my hands and slowly placed it on his exposed chest— right over his heart. Without breaking our intense gaze. “Here,” he murmured. I opened my mouth to speak—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a soft gasp… more like a moan escaped my lips.