Two Of Hearts の小説・ストーリー

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

I could feel Ashina also stepping closer to see this, too. “My heart only beats for you dawn,” he said as he placed my palm on his chest right above his heart. “You are more than just my mate, dawn. You are my best friend. You are the only person I want to spend my life with. I know you don’t believe it. But I cannot see any other she-wolf being my luna. being by my side. That is a position that can only ever be filled by you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I whispered. “What?” Both Stefan and the host turned to me. I lifted the cards, letting the numbers show. “Blackjack.” A ripple moved through the room. “Two-card twenty-one… that’s rare,” someone murmured from a nearby booth. “Unless the Don has one too,” another added quickly. “But that’s almost impossible.” I turned my head. My gaze met Luca’s. For a moment, everything else faded.

Turner in the old suns. With that thought, his alpha scent turns slightly sharp with jealousy. But... ...when his brain remembers my whisper—that my she-wolf is fighting this boundary battle for his name—his inner beast quickly drops the sting. Moments later, the fourth card hits the wood. It is the Ace of Hearts. Eustace still keeps the high ground. My own trail looks like it is dropping into the ravine; all my paws hold is a pair of Aces. If the final card doesn't show a Queen, my pelt belongs to Nova Star.

Two p​air. S‍ter‍ling stood up triumphantly. "Ace High Straigh‌t!" he s‌hou​ted,⁠ throwi​ng his cards d⁠own. "Not quite," I said softly. I flipped my cards. Two pair. Twos and Sevens. "Two pair takes it," the dealer anno⁠unced. The r⁠o‍om exploded. "What?!​" Sterling screamed. "You went a‍ll i‌n on a Two and a S​ev‌e⁠n⁠?! That’s suicide!"

Heart’s body trembled as if she recalled something. Spade’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. “Oh? It seems that you recalled something?” he muttered and smiled. “Heart, oh Heart… we are not gods, nor even kings and queens like in the humans’ playing cards…” he spoke as he slowly walked toward her. “But yes, we are also being played… we are treated like cards on the table, which symbolizes the world.” He told her. The color on Heart’s face slowly disappeared as she touched her head when it hurt.

“Do you want to play with us?” Hugo’s face broke into a charming smile showing dimples on both his cheeks. “Really? Can I? Please teach me. I don’t know how to play these.” “What? You suck, man.” A blush spread over Hugo’s cheeks but he endured Ponjie’s taunt. “I can learn.” “Whatever. Since you’re new to this, here. Let’s check all the cards.” The three of them got busy laying out all the cards and grouping them based on their kind. Hugo was once again amused with what he’s seeing. He clarified, “So this is what we call the standard deck of cards containing four suites: hearts, diamonds, spades, and clubs?”

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

But Jeffrey was oblivious to the shift in fortunes. His opportunity to play the hero had vanished. Cameron Walker, a childhood friend with whom I grew up, had stepped in to save my company. Quiet, reserved, and usually a man of few words, Cameron had always had a knack for caring for others. On the day we graduated from university, he revealed his long-held feelings for me. He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place.