Two Of Hearts Novels & Stories

The tiny, playful touches while distributing or returning cards drew them closer on the couch. “Watch out, here comes the trap,” Aria said, snatching one of Kai’s cards and adding it to her own in a swift move. Kai grinned and lightly touched her hand to reclaim the card. “Not fair!” he laughed, and Aria only smiled back, as if to say, “It’s just a game, but you know you like it too.”

George's hand found my arm before I'd finished processing the question. "Nothing is wrong." Carol turned the screen toward us. "I want you to look at something." I looked. Two. There were two. Two distinct shapes, two unmistakable flickers of movement, two separate heartbeats playing out in counterpoint on the screen — rapid and certain and impossibly, abundantly real. I heard George make a sound I had never heard from him before. Not words. Just a sound, low and sudden, like something had knocked the air out of him.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

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?"

"In Cratertown, they call me the Queen of Cards. "That's right, Mae!" someone next to me chimed in. "Women can hold up half the sky!" I laughed and pulled Justin down into the chair beside me. My eyes stayed locked on Buck. Fourth hand. I checked my cards. A two of spades. The other two were also spades. This one was steady. "Uncle Buck, show." Buck's mouth twitched. He revealed his cards–two twos. He grinned, cigarette between his teeth, convinced he had already won.

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.

Without another word, I slipped two cards from my wallet and placed them in her palm—a platinum card and a black card. She stared at them as though they were weapons. “Hold on a minute,” she began skeptically. “You’re giving me a black card? How rich are you? Are you forgetting the basis of our marriage?” Her bluntness earned a subtle side-eye from Mr. Marcus, who had been quietly observing from a distance. “You’ll find out eventually,” I replied evenly. “Or you can simply ask about your brand-new husband. Besides, you’re married to me now. You’ll have to look the part.”

In every combination, like this bar doesn’t just mix drinks in the perfect combination, but they have heart ice cubes, and straws decorated with sickening heart sparkles, too. I see guys in love with girls; girls in love with other girls, guys in love with other guys. I even see the rarest animal of them all: two men in a loving relationship with one girl. A threesome of the heart, it seems. And not just in the sheets. Not just for the kink.

“But what if I get my hopes up and then he breaks my heart? I’ve never been with anyone and I don’t think I want to carelessly risk everything for a’maybe’.” “As your therapist, you re right about not diving in when you haven’t fully healed from everything. You need to love yourself enough to be willing to take the risk of letting someone in enough for them to see your scars and help you heal.” I abruptly got up and started pacing about. “This doesn’t make sense, you want me to get my heart broken so you can keep making money from me. Is that is?” I spat. “Does my life interest you that much that the only help you can offer is one that will always benefit you?”

"How would you even tell what the cards are?" He showed her a card and the raised bumps on them that weren’t on regular tarot decks. "These have Braille on them." "Clever." He smiled. He was handsome with his full lips and big brown eyes. There was a guilelessness to him that reminded her of Aubrey. He placed cards in the Celtic cross spread. "Which card are you holding?" she questioned. He ran his finger over the bumps before saying, "The Lovers." The card had a couple kissing passionately. The man had a pair of white wings like the angels in people’s imagination.