Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

This is a story about a husband and his ex-wife. It is about their past, present, and future. What will happen when they cross their path again? Will they ever get back together again? It hurts when two people are separated even before giving each other a chance because of a third party and misunderstanding. Still, nothing is more beautiful than when they come back together and move forward in life by leaving their past behind. It is okay to not forget about the past, but it is important to forgive and give a second chance to each other and life. It is an inevitable love story of two individuals who fall in love and get past their divorce, and are with each other again.

In a kingdom ruled by magic and shadowed by secrets, Princess Elara was born to uphold a prophecy—one that demands her heart, her blood, and ultimately, her sacrifice. Magic belongs to the elite, and power is passed through bloodlines, but nothing prepared her for the storm of desire and danger that would unravel everything she believed. Vesper Moretti, the ruthless heir to a deadly mafia empire, was the first man to shake her world. Cold, calculating, and intoxicatingly powerful, he vanished without a trace—leaving behind a shattered heart and unanswered questions. Now, he’s back… alive, dangerous, and claiming what was once his. Torn between Vesper’s dark pull, Kael’s fierce loyalty, and Dain’s quiet rebellion, Elara is caught in a web of betrayal, prophecy, and passion. As the prophecy unfolds, one truth becomes chillingly clear: only one man can survive the end—and her choice will ignite war or salvation. With ancient powers awakening and the line between love and ruin blurring, Elara must uncover the truth buried in blood and magic… before her kingdom, and her heart, are lost forever.

I get into an online relationship with a rich scion named Oliver Radcliffe, who's apparently from Canverly and loves showering me with riches. The only bad thing about him is that he's too clingy and is very prone to jealousy. So, I decide to break up with him without giving him any preamble. Poor Oliver breaks down in tears. He claims that I've stolen his heart and that he hates my guts. I already find him insanely annoying, so I refute, "I was just toying around with your heart, you idiot!" Later on, I travel to Canverly on a student exchange program. But that's when I get kidnapped to a grand estate. There, I scream at Oliver angrily, only for him to smile dotingly at me. "I can't understand what you're talking about, but I think you're just acting cute around me. Will you do the same thing when I use too much force on you in bed tonight?" Oh no, I've screwed up this time! I can't believe I've attracted the attention of a lunatic!

Genevive wants full control of her life. With the help of her friend Ariel, she runs away from meeting his future husband only to find herself entangled in the complicated life of a popular pop-rock band while slowly and deeply falling in love with Seven. Will she continue fighting for her love even if it meant fighting against all that Seven has ever dreamed off?

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

ISABELLA HART doesn’t believe in love. She watched it destroy her father and take her mother, and she learned early that the safest heart is the one you guard. DANTE MORETTI trusts control above all else. A billionaire who built his empire on discipline and silence, he knows betrayal can’t be ignored....and love is the riskiest gamble of all. Their arranged marriage was meant to be safe, and utterly controlled. But living under the same roof blurs the line between duty and desire. Arguments flare, touches linger, and the walls they built around themselves start to crumble. Then the past returns, bringing secrets, lies, and a betrayal that threatens everything they’ve ever trusted. Now Isabella must decide if guarding her heart is worth losing him...and Dante must learn that control cannot fix what fear has broken. In a world ruled by power and deception, desire may be the only truth strong enough to survive.

Bailey has spent her life trying to figure out why her father arranged for her to marry Connor. He was supposed to cherish, love, and protect her, but instead he spends his time abusing and manipulating her. Finally fed up and wanting to take her destiny into her own hands she decides to sign up for self-defense courses at the local MMA gym. Little does she know, her life is about to change when she meets owner and MMA fighter, Dominic, and his group of friends. What she discovers about herself after meeting the guys will leave her breathless with anticipation and create a whole new outlook on her life.

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.

Married in secret for five years, Yvonne Singer always thought I was just a washed-up nobody from a fallen family. What she didn't know was that I was the sole successor to Guzman Group, the world's largest venture capital firm. She tricked me into attending a cocktail party for the sake of her male best friend, Francis Yorke, and forced me to toast my sworn rival. Furious, I shattered the wineglass in my hand and snapped, "Yvonne, don't push me! Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your company can disappear from the stock market by tomorrow!" Panic flickered in her eyes. The next second, she threw herself into my arms. "Honey, I just needed your help. I didn't mean to hurt you." She then personally fed me a hangover pill and gently escorted me to a private room. When I woke up, I was hanging upside down from a drop tower. Francis slammed the switch. I was sent flying dozens of feet into the air, then plummeting straight down into the water. As my consciousness began to waver, I forced myself to make an emergency call. "Mr. Chance, contact global media outlets. Before nightfall, I want headlines showing them begging on the streets!"