Two Hearts One Love Novels & Stories

“Is that a threat?” He shook his head immediately. “No. It’s a desperate request,” he said, lowering his voice. “I can’t keep living like this. Between two loves. Feeling guilty all the time. I want to be able to choose with my heart and love only one person.” My eyes burned. Everything inside me was a tangled, impossible knot. “You’re asking me to break a life,” I whispered. “You’re asking me to break your brother’s heart.” “And I’m living one that doesn’t belong to me,” he replied. “Just tell me the truth, Kiara. Don’t leave me halfway. Tell me who you choose.”

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.

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

I am not pregnant, but we decided to get married anyway. My eyes catch the green signboard exiting our town from a distance. I feel my heart drop as we move closer and closer. I am scared but not scared enough to tell Tripp to drive us back. I guess my excitement outweighs my fear. This is it. "I love you," I say as we drive past and exit our hometown. ~~~ 5 YEARS LATER. "Fuck!" I yell, shifting my legs back a little as my cup of coffee falls on the pavement. Still the liquid splashes on my flats. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I groan, my voice getting louder at each word.

We both take her hands, and I try to concentrate on what she's saying and not the nubs on her hands that used to be fingers. "Your love is the kind that very few are blessed with. You're like two pieces of a very special puzzle. Neither piece will ever fit anywhere else but with each other. You two are one, and without the other, neither will ever be whole again. So never ever let go . . . no matter what circumstances or what anyone says. You are one. Your hearts will forever beat for the other." I woke to the sound of the blow dryer in the Jack and Jill bathroom that separated my bedroom with Xavier from Nolan and Quino's. They were talking loudly over the blow dryer. Something about a bike

In this honeymoon suite, our hearts take flight, Forever together, in love's sweet light. *-*-* *-*

Finally, I wiped my lips with a tissue and gave him a nervous smile. “You must be wondering why I wanted to talk with you,” he started, leaning back in his armchair. When I nodded, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a little silver box… No, that wasn't a box; it was a locket. It had an oval shape and a little silver heart with a circular loop for the necklace. “He opened the locket and showed it to me. A picture of a couple was inside it. They were both smiling. The man looked exactly like Philp Corbin, only younger, and the woman was a beautiful redhead with long, wavy hair and green eyes. “I had this locker made for Seraphine, the love of my life. There were only two lockets

I looked at her grave. "I would have still accepted your decision, remember that I told you that I would always be your number one supporter. That even if the world is against you, I would be there to stand beside you, that's how much I loved you, Love." I started to get difficulty breathing as I kept sobbing, carefully caressing her grave, as if I were touching her face.