Red Hearted Novels & Stories

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

He took her hand and stare at her with a pitiful look in his eyes. “ I'm sorry, Danielle. I know I was rude and cruel with you in the past but I am willing to change if you come back to my company and be my personal assistant again. I'm sorry if I behaved badly in your presence. I'm sorry about getting mad at you just now too.” Due to his sincerity, Danielle softened. Her heart felt warm as she stared at him. The anger in her heart quickly faded. Her heart beat raised up as their hands touched. There was an electrifying sensation flowing in their bodies.

It was a slow morning, one with many knocks to the head and swings to the feet, but | kept on going with teeth grit. "So," Trey swung again to my ribs but | sidestepped, "was that your new play toy at that last fight?" | rolled my eyes and hit him on the side of the head. "Oi!" he yelped and | kept my stance. "No, she's not. Just a friend." thinking of Penelope as one of my so called 'playtoy's' made me mad. Yeah, she had a great body and all, but we actually had a friendship, | guess. And sleeping around with her then dumping her ass angered me. Yes, | admit that that was my plan from the beginning when | barely knew her and thought she was just a pretty face, but for some reason | opened u

Some are sincere and some are not. Raul has made sure he protected her ever since he met her. He's not going to let any man lay his hands on Violet as long as he's concerned. Violet is his.

I used to laugh and joke, saying, "Hey, you're going to be our witness, so you'd better keep a good eye on him for me next time!" Queenie would keep laughing and nodding at me in response, but her eyes were also filled with a rather complex expression I couldn't understand. I always thought that this was the perfect happiness I'd always have. However, after going through all of the highlighted stories on the Instagram account, I realized that the gentleness and tenderness I'd always thought were exclusively reserved for me had been shared with someone else without my knowledge. Misty roared in anger. "We can't take this anymore! They're desecrating your feelings and emotions!"

"The engagement isn't confirmed unless I hit your handkerchief the day after tomorrow. If you wear something like that and I miss, people will just laugh at how desperate you are to get married. "Go change. When the time comes, just wear something plain." He spoke like it was the most natural thing in the world, like I would definitely obey him. After all, in past years, he said it was to protect my reputation. Before he hit my handkerchief, I could only dress simply and blend into the crowd. However, Tracy was different. She was younger. Pure. Innocent. She could stand right at the front in a bright red dress and call out his name without hesitation.

"It's a compliment, Élianor, it's a compliment, I'm not telling you this to please you, I'm not telling you this so you'll thank me, I'm telling you this because it's the truth, because I think it, because I see it, because I feel it, since I met you, since I loved you, since you left, since I searched, since I found, since I wait, since I hope, since I believe, since I love, you have a heart, Élianor, you have a heart, you have always had a heart, even when you pretended not to have one, even when you hid behind your mask of ice, even when you fled, even when you were afraid, even when you doubted, even when you hid, even when you forgot yourself, even when you forgot everything that matter

When his physician noticed this, he sprang up with excitement and dashed out of the room calling the remaining nobles of the pack. This brought a smile to my lips, a warm feeling coursing through me. I leaned closer and peered into his face. The colour had returned to his face, his lips rosy again. I wanted to kiss him, touch him, hold him. Then an idea came. I place my hand on his heart and his health would improve. "But you do know your mother can sense that right?" A gasp escaped my throat. I spun around to find Ira standing behind me. Like the other Beta gods, she was dressed in red, a color that signified life and essence.

Sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson hit the molten light and shook up the trees. "You... Moonbound... impossible!" "the Wraith hissed." "No one can survive the last blow... but you..." With my Silver Heart on fire, my heart rushing, and my loyalty rising, I yelled. "I am the silver heart!" AND YOU WILL NOT TAKE WHAT I LOVE!" The broken part of me fit perfectly with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the memories of my past lives. Sparks of molten energy hit shadows and twisted them wildly before they began to beat in time with my heartbeat.

Before I could even raise my face, I was wrapped in Red's hug. “Y-you're so fuckin' damn stubborn, Azeria! Even when you were young, running was your habit. "You always take everything to yourself!” cried Red. Out of the three of them, Red is the soft-hearted one. My tears fell because of what he said; he was right. It's my habit not to bother others. I cried and buried my face in his neck.