Ruler Of My Heart Novels & Stories

He sat back on his heels and stared at me again, plunging that declaration into several moments of uncomfortable silence. "What does rule you?" Tohr finally asked. His question threw me. It should have had an easy answer to it. However, as I stared into his beautiful golden eyes, I realized I didn't know the answer to it. Was it my head? Or my heart? Thinking back across my life, I realized that it was my heart mostly that made my decision for me, and where had it landed me? In a world with a set of Draygons after a long search for my brother that I rationally could have easily said I would never find again.

“I know the myths. I know what I’ve heard from the drunken ramblings of my shipmates and what I’ve read in books. But they are human tales, they can’t be accurate.” I sighed, I was going to have to tell him eventually. “I am the heart of the sea, Sailor. She feels what I feel. I am her destined ruler, and as my mate, you are destined to rule by my side, as my equal.” “Rule? As in, be the king?” “Yes, think of yourself as the head and me as the heart. Two equally vital components that serve different integral purposes. Do you remember when your ship was nearly wrecked during the storm a few days ago?”

"It's the only room in this apartment that's never once pretended to be anything other than what it is." I laughed, wet and surprised, despite myself. "That's a very strange thing to find romantic." "I contain multitudes," he said, and I felt him smile against my hair. "For what it's worth — I don't think you're small. I think you're the only person who's ever made me sit still long enough to burn toast." "I didn't make you do anything." "No," he agreed. "That's rather the point. Everyone in my life has always wanted something managed from me. You just wanted honesty. It turns out that's a much harder thing to give, and a much better thing to receive."

"Regret? No way. If she'd just stop clinging to me, I'd wake up smiling even from nightmares. But you'd better stop thinking about Bella, Theo. I can forget her, but she can't. She only has room in her heart for me, no one else. I think she's planning to cling to me forever. "Oh, are you really going to play the domineering future Alpha King and force Bella into submission? Come on, forced love like that means nothing. Even if you conquer her body, you'll never win her heart. Why bother?" I was irritated by Nathan's unfounded confidence. Also, I was afraid Theodore might hesitate and push me away again. In a rush, I wrapped both arms around Theodore's neck and nibbled lightly on his ear. Alr

“She must know.” I felt like the ground was slipping out from under me. Everything I believed about my life, my childhood, my identity, was starting to unravel. I took a shaky breath. “What does any of this have to do with me healing you?” His hand reached for mine again. “Because the lore says only someone of your blood can mend a dying royal heart.” My eyes widened. “You are the last of your kind,” he continued. “If you do not save me, no one can.”

Mateo, the feared and ruthless leader, was now her subordinate, and yet, the man her heart had chosen. The breeze gently swayed her hair, its cool caress a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her. As she stood there, she felt like she couldn't breathe, the air trapped in her lungs, refusing to escape. The truth was sinking in, and she was struggling to come to terms with it.

Every beat of my heart echoed the promise of a powerful future—a future where I with Eleanor's extraordinary gift, would rise ab ove all and become the true ruler of this realm.

she yelled through clenched teeth. Harry jumped and tried to soothe her, “Amber honey…” “ No! Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!!” “Okay dear, would you at least sit down a bit? These emotions are too strong for the nature of your heart please, Amber!” begged Harry. “I don’t give a fuck about that! I want the truth! Now!!” she yelled. “Okay, okay…” Harry began, trying to placate her. “Just take it easy, okay? We will tell you everything. Right from the beginning, okay…just don’t get too agitated Amber honey, because of your heart.”

I muttered despite my increasing heartbeat that seemed so loud. I was surprised by the sudden possessive feeling. How long was I going to ignore the fluttering feeling I felt.

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.