Six Of Hearts Novels & Stories

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The Warlord of Thunder glanced at Candace, who took a deep breath before speaking. "I bet even your government doesn't know this—my husband was the Six of Hearts in the Thirteen Aces." The Six of Hearts? Both the Warlord and Xena exchanged a surprised look, their brows furrowing in thought. The Warlord, noticing Felix's curiosity, explained further. "Mr. Zeller, there are two figures in the Thirteen Aces who are exceptionally mysterious. One is the Ace of Hearts, ranked first, and the other is the Six of Hearts, code-named Chaos. We have very little information about either of them."

She knew she something like that in the drawer the other day. She quickly opened and searched the drawers. There they are, four pairs each with a different colour holder. She got one pair. Clutched her handbag, and casually paced to the garage. Four cars where parked, one black Audi and three sports cars all in different shades like the holders of the keys, black, blue, and pink. The black and blue assumed belonged to Akarui and Lijie, they usually used them for their saturday car racing, but the pink one who did it belong to? Akarui or Lijie's other girlfriend?

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

“Sloth, lust, greed, envy, blah blah blah. When did you get religious, Ace?” Taking a deep breath, I ignore my girlfriend and pull out a deck of cards. “Here’s the game.” I pull out seven cards from the deck. “I’ve written the name of the seven deadly sins on the face cards.” Holding them up I show them the cards, each one with a sin scrawled on the top in red sharpie. “I’ll shuffle them and place a card at each spot. No peeking. We all flip our cards at the same time.”

Like he’s daring Liam to find something wrong. By the third drill, even the assistants are glancing at each other. Jonah leans over to Santi, voice low. “He’s riding Carter like he’s trying to break him.” Santi shrugs. “Or trying not to.” Liam hears it. Pretends he didn’t. Later Scrimmage. 7v7. Noah scores three goals. Each one faster, meaner than the last. He doesn’t celebrate. Doesn’t gloat. Just glances toward the sideline after the third — brief, unreadable.

Louis knows this. On his wrist, across the bloodstream, are six of her baubles. Six.