Soldier's Heart Book Novels & Stories

She looks like a masterpiece. "Kaleb," she whispers, her voice husky, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire. I brace my weight on my forearms, caging her, careful not to press down on her injured chest. My heart is hammering against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that hasn't slowed since I saw her standing in the dust of the ravine. For days, I’ve been a soldier. A weapon. I’ve been running on cold rage and tactical necessity. But here, in the quiet dark of this room, the soldier dies.

He simply stood there, his face impassive, his eyes cold and distant. May looked at him, her heart filled with a mixture of sadness and anger. She had thought that they were building a connection, that they were becoming friends. But now, she realized that she had been wrong. Alex was a soldier, a warrior. He was focused on the mission, on the objective. He didn't have time for emotions, for relationships. And maybe, she thought, that was what it took to survive in this world. Maybe she needed to become more like him, more detached, more ruthless.

Those children we saved, they were being shipped for money by another well known businessman named Henry Pete, yet another asshole, you'd say. Since the day my father died, I made a promise to myself that I would not rest until the one responsible was found. I had suspected for a while that the one responsible had to be one of the many businessmen out there. My father had a lot of rivals, he was never safe- my mother's words. After months of looking for dots to connect my father's murder to other businessman, to the deals they made, I finally found a name. Killian Hart. So I dug. I looked for everything I could find on him, and I realized that he was with my father the night he died. He had

“Wayne, I was wrong! I’ll never lie to you again. I can’t lose my legs! “I’m sorry! I’ll apologize to you and to Jocelyn. Fine, I’ll give the house back to her. Please, let me go! I’ll leave the country immediately and behave myself. I won’t embarrass myself in front of you again! “Wayne, please let me go. I…” The truck drew closer and closer. Her pleas were swallowed by the deafening roar as black tires crushed down on her legs. All that remained were screams that tore through the sky. “Ahh! My legs! My legs!”

Taking a deep breath, she tried to stay calm and grabbed the phone to call her father. —Dad... they killed Verônica. —How did this happen? There were soldiers everywhere! he exclaimed, alarmed. —Just as she was about to tell me who was behind everything, a shot hit her. It was a sniper. —But are you okay? —Yes, I am. After hanging up, Beck left the room and observed the scene, finding one of the injured soldiers with a note in hand. She took it and read the words that made her heart race:

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Her voice breaks as she speaks, turning to face me. Her face is desolate, her eyes empty and hollow. "Now, I'm just left trying to fill the void. Regardless, we still have a ball to decorate. Has the book helped your memory?" I glance down at the book in my hands slowly, decorated with elaborate portraits and statues of the Gods, full to the brim with information over each Greek entity. "Not my memory, but...I am glad I have looked it over. I feel slightly more prepared for this gathering now that I know a bit about the people attending."

Damien asked, his own composure carefully maintained despite what I recognised, watching him closely, as genuine underlying tension. "There's a structural anomaly in your heart's left ventricle that wasn't present in your original scans, before your cardiac event," the doctor explained. "It's not necessarily concerning on its own, but combined with certain other markers, I want to rule out a specific genetic condition that can sometimes manifest following significant cardiac stress." The additional testing required nearly two weeks to complete, an agonising period of uncertain waiting that tested both of our considerable resilience, built across decades of navigating this family's various co

He said to her “And this is exactly why I told you I needed time.” He said. “But just because you are probably in a big problem, you want to push me harder.” He said and she swallowed hard. “I am not a fool Sadiqah and even if I was one before, I am not one anymore.” He said. “You just keep saying things without verification, how dare you Musadiq...” She said to her. “Of course, the warrior side that you hide from everyone is coming back, brining it on.” He challenged her and she suddenly went quiet.

Madison's POV I stood waiting for Mrs Rosaline by the doctor’s office, her presence provided a sense of calm and certainty amidst the chaos of the hospital. The door to the doctor's office creaked open, and Mrs. Rosaline stepped inside. I watched as she engaged in a conversation with the physician. She was not just any nurse; her expertise was renowned. I had seen her in action before, and her mere presence inspired confidence in patients and their families. I waited patiently, anxiety coiling in my chest. I wanted to know what the doctor had discussed with Mrs. Rosaline, to understand the details of the impending heart surgery. Despite my overwhelming fear, I knew that my mother was in capa