The King 2 Hearts Novels & Stories

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

For some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. "As you all know, your Alpha is dead." His voice resounds through the forest. "I am sorry for the loss you have all encountered today, but I'm not here to make it any better." A few people gasped, murmuring among themselves at his words. "My name is Alpha Henry, but most people call me King." He introduce shortly, I frown. He was supposed to be Eloise's mate. He must be devastated. *

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

They only cared about the heart that would one day belong to Nathaniel. I slowly raised my head and met their disbelieving eyes. For the first time in my life, my voice was completely calm. "Nathaniel? Isn't he still alive? What exactly are you still pretending for? My heart was always meant for him, wasn't it?"

After rain, a rainbow—after old sins, a new beginning. --- Afternoon gave way to evening. The guards announced that only one hour remained. Nurul Islam played with Abrar, bounced him on his knee, told him a story: "Once there was a king. He had a very beautiful queen. They had a sweet little treasure, named Abrar. The king made some mistakes, and he had to live in the forest. But every day, the little treasure would come to the forest, take the king's hand, and say, 'Father, come home.'"

Then I tilted my chin, giving him better access as I whispered, "Theo, I won't run. If you don't believe me, just watch what I do. I'll erase Nathan from my heart and give it entirely to you." - The next morning, Theodore woke to find me gone. I had gone home to shower and change, but he didn't know and thought I'd regret what happened. His bodyguards called relentlessly. "Ms. York, please give Mr. Theodore a call. Tell him you didn't run away from him. He won't believe a single word from us. Please, we're begging you!" I couldn't help smiling. Here was the man the world feared, rumored to be running for the next Alpha King. Nothing could rattle him, yet he seemed insecure and anxious when i

She felt the ghost of Kael's oath, the echo of his promise not to run. They were all connected, in life, and in loss. The King was a being of void and silence, he existed in the spaces between things, in the loneliness after a betrayal. In the quiet of a forgotten promise. He had no heart. Because he was the opposite of a heart. A heart connects, a heart pumps life to every part of the body, and the heart feels the pain of the smallest finger. The King could not understand that, he could only break the connections. Liora stumbled toward Ashiel. She didn't say a word, she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his face in her hands, his skin was cold. He tried to pull away, lost in his

Everyone relaxed slightly. Then the King continued. "But first..." His expression darkened. Immediately. Then: "The Heart of the Kingdom must be awakened." Silence. Then Ava groaned. Of course. There was always another step. Then Thomas frowned. "What is the Heart?" The King pointed beyond the tower. Toward the ruins of the drowned city. Then: "The throne." Lightning exploded overhead. Then the King turned. Facing the ruined kingdom. Then: "We must reach it before the monster reaches Samuel."

In his agenda, he is hopeful that they could start all over again. “My King, I have never lost sight of who are dear to me. I may have tried to distance myself from you but it is just to protect my wearied heart. But my feelings never faltered. You have my heart, the whole of it.” Queen Meridian replies in a whisper. The King sits beside his Queen and gently takes the combing shell from his Queen's hand. He allows it to drop carelessly on the floor. Then, he holds both of her hands and places them on his own chest, right where his heart is.

"I still haven’t recovered from the last time they argued over who had the ‘cooler' title." I rolled my eyes. "Uncle Xander is the King of Hearts and Uncle Henry is the King of Clubs. Why do they even need to fight about it?" "Because they’re them," she said dryly. Then frowned. "But now that you mention it… it is indeed weird that they aren’t here yet.”