Soldier's Heart Book Novels & Stories

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

His men, either dead or begging for mercy, were bound and left as offerings to the shadows. The victory, though costly, was mine. But as I surveyed the ruins of my warehouse, the metallic tang of blood replaced by the bittersweet scent of victory, a cold truth chilled me. This was just the beginning. The bees were a mere pawn, a sacrifice in a larger game. The true enemy, the king of this venomous hive, still awaited my reckoning. As my men secured the warehouse, I stood amidst the carnage, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and spent gunpowder. My gaze, cold and calculating, swept over the scene, a silent promise to those who dared to defy me.

“Try not to burn the place down.” “No promises.” They split paths at the end of the corridor—two storms heading into war, each carrying their own darkness, both ready to kill for each other. The arcane vault shimmered ahead, bathed in pulses of sapphire light. Elara’s boots slid slightly across the cracked marble floor as she ran. Behind her, smoke billowed down the corridor like a living thing, swallowing bodies and banners alike. Two more of Dain’s soldiers emerged from the shadows, blades raised. Elara didn’t stop.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

"There was an ambush. I can't reveal all the details but I can tell you that we got caught up in enemy fire and well many got injured and unfortunately some lost their lives." Shaking my head at his words as tears welled up in my eyes. No… Not Matt… Please no…. I was screaming in my head, praying that Matt was unharmed. He has to come back home. He has to… “Among the soldiers who got in the middle of the fire was Matt.” He stopped to take a deep breath. “Vivian…Matt didn’t make it alive from that mission.” “NO!” I screamed hearing him. My eyes were clouded with tears as my body shook furiously.

"I'm here for you. Don't be afraid. Your father will be fine." I didn't say a word, just lowered my head, my eyes red. I don't know how long we waited before the doors to the ICU opened again. The healer let out a soft sigh and slowly shook his head. "The old soldier's war injuries triggered acute heart failure, and it was too late to save him..." A loud ringing filled my ears. I felt dizzy, my limbs weak. I couldn't hear the rest of his words as tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart. We were so close...

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

I heard the soldier wheezing and gasping for air; I ignored all of the sounds that were coming from behind me. “You’re a lowly creature who should’ve never been born. You should’ve been swallowed or killed a long time ago. It’s my fault for letting you live this long. There is no redemption for you so burn in hell— with gasoline drawers on.” I stuck my hand deeper into his body cavity and pulled out his organs one by one, making sure he felt as much pain as that kid did. When all of his organs except for his heart & lungs lay on the ground before me, I turned to look behind me. The kids were watching but I didn’t care about them. I cared about Kennedi. She stood there frozen solid, unable to