Ruler Of My Heart Novels & Stories

She realized that when she allow men to come closer to her heart she is giving them the ultimate power to hurt her. In short, if she will only love herself more and not rely on men to make herself happy then no one can break her heart. Suddenly she remembered Russell and everything they had been through. All the sweet and beautiful promises they made to each other that made her heart flutter with happiness are gone with the wind. Russell already belongs to her past. He no longer had a space in her heart because he dumped her mercilessly. She would never beg him to take her back! Never!

"But I had no proof for me to act on. All I had was my instinct and a wound in my heart that refused to heal." "You never told me." "I never told anyone." The words hung in the air. "After that, I stopped allowing myself to want anything." I flexed my hand on the desk, my knuckles turning white. "Ruling was easier. A kingdom needed discipline, strategy, and control. It doesn't ask you to hope for something only to take it away." I stared at the floor. "It doesn't tear you apart the way loving someone does." I took a slow breath. "So I built a life where I would never feel that helpless again."

He looked with a smile and his eyes sparkled with happiness. "I know you are a true queen, born to rule over everyone’s heart. You deserve the world and all the good things it has to offer. If I fail to find that world for you, I promise to give you mine! Will you give me the honour to call you mine, forever?" My heart raced at his words, and I felt an overwhelming rush of happiness flood through me.

He lifted me onto his lap. I gasped. I’ve never been so close to another man except Drake. It felt strange, but good. His arms around me were so strong, muscular and yet so gentle. “Let me worry about my father. My mother will speak to him.” His fingers caressed my arms, drawing little circles on them. “He may be the king, but she is the ruler of his heart. Just like you are of mine.” The ruler of his heart? I smiled at him. Can this be real? No one has ever spoken such beautiful words to me. Maybe I am dreaming.

“Oak, I don’t have any panties on.” “Good,” I growl, lifting the hem right to her hips. She glances at me from over her shoulder, brow furrowed. “Where is the ruler?” She asks, her voice so quiet. The dark, monstrous part of me delights in the sound. “I forgot it, so my hand will have to do.” Her eyes widen. “Isn’t that a little—” My hand lands on her right cheek before she can finish the question.

The more I fought, the more ensnared I became. "Your love is lost! You will never see her again because this kingdom now belongs to me! I am the Lycan Heart! I have endured for centuries and witnessed countless lives lost because of me. I'm weary of aiding others; it's time for me to seize control of the world, to rule the werewolf realm unchallenged," the Lycan Heart declared through me. Although I was trapped within one of its chambers, I knew I could still struggle to break free, recognizing that I was merely its vessel. The words it spoke to Ramirez were my own, yet I had lost control over them.

He is my man. My heart swelled in happiness that Iam about to spend my whole life besides this precious man. Yes, he is precious, my precious. The man who build himself. The man who was able to get my love and whose love is more deep, intense and powerful than mine. I can't compete with him in any sense. He rules my heart, mind and body and iam proud of it. I kissed his lips slowly earning a throaty growl from him. I grinned through the kiss. And iam the ruler of his heart.

“Is that… are you…?” He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form words. Could only stand there in his beast form, watching her approach with the kind of directness that suggested she was either incredibly brave or completely broken. She reached out a hand small, pale, fragile and touched the dark fur of his chest. “Your heart,” she whispered. “It’s burning.” She could feel it. Through the fur, through the muscle and bone, she could feel the curse eating him alive. The Aethel-Stone in her chest was recognizing the dying heart in his, and something was happening at a level neither of them fully understood.

I'd never seen that in her eyes before. What broke my heart even more was the date of one of the videos. It'd been taken during my business trip last year, when I was working my butt off contacting suppliers for her new project. Natasha's voice came through the speakers. "You're the only one who makes me this happy… I love you. I love no one but you." She had never said that to me before. I turned the computer off. It all became clear to me now. In Natasha's eyes, our seven-year relationship was utterly worthless. I was nothing more than a pawn she utilized in her career pursuits, disposable at any given moment.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.