Red Hearted Novels & Stories

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

Curiosity took hold, and I followed suit, eager to uncover the source of the excitement. As I approached the field, my attention was immediately drawn to a car adorned with cascading balloons and a vibrant display of roses both inside and out. A gasp escaped my lips, and I felt my heart race. Then, like a scene from a fairytale, Conrad emerged from behind the car, a single red rose clutched in his hand. He looked mesmerizing. A chorus of surprised cheers erupted from the crowd, and my heartbeat amplified with each step he took toward Toralei.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Vincent haunted me—even in the sunlight. Nick leaned forward, arms resting on the table. “You’ve been quiet.” “Just soaking it in,” I said softly. He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “You can talk to me, Lisa. About anything. Even if it’s… messy.” I looked down at my drink. “It’s not that simple.” “I know. But I’m still here.” There was something in his voice that made my chest tighten. He really meant it. He wanted to be the one I turned to. But how could I explain that my heart was trapped between gentle warmth and consuming fire? That Vincent’s cruelty lit something inside me I didn’t understand?

But she was still hearing the sound of the footsteps of the beast arriving closer than expected. She holds herself as she was shaking, although she just bent down at the corner. Hoping that the beast will not see her when he gets in. Although she didn't latch the door of the room, so... She sighted something huge with pure red eyes arriving, although she couldn't see the body But she can see only the eyes, she can see how it was glittering so reddish. And with what she saw no one needed to explain anything to her again. She understands on her own that the red eyes are not ordinary.

The king told one of the servant present. ***** Princess Rania's POV. I left my father's chamber with a smile and joy . Prince Alaric has been my dream man for years. The handkerchief, he lent me during the ball has always been with me. A tall young man with red hair. His lips were thin. The broadness of his shoulders got many women talking. His unique smile teased me and mocked my lips. I wished for something like this ... Now, we were going to get married and live together forever.

I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see me and put my arms around her neck, connecting my chest with her back, "call me whatever. I'm saving your career and my life.." "You are so warm.." she said. "We are dripping.. if I get sick, you'll fucken take care of me." "I will do that with all my heart.." My heart melted at that. I wish she knew how much I wanted Heer heart..

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

A sigh left my lips, what game was Alpha Orion playing? Who was the real Alpha Orion, the one who killed people with no regrets or the one who welcomed orphan kids in his pack with an open heart? The one who cared about a wolfless girl to not let her get sick in the cold or the one who brought home his 'soulmate' knowing well he could never love her just to control the royals?

Red said with a ragged breathing, trying to regulate his erratic breathing and wild pounding heart. Freya’s dead heart seemed to come to life as she heard the pleading undertone of his voice. ‘Is he falling in love with me?’ ‘It’s as impossible as the rising of the sun in the west.’ ‘It’s easier for him to hate me than to love me.’ These were the thoughts that ran in her mind. A moment later, Red let go of her and helped her fix her disheveled appearance. Afterwhich, he alighted from the car and took her in his arms.