Undertale Hearts Meaning

In a world where destiny weaves its intricate tapestry, Isabelle, a seemingly ordinary bystander, finds herself caught in the tumultuous journey of life. When she encounters a mysterious stranger, Isaac, on a desolate road, her world is suddenly turned upside down. Little does she know that their meeting is no mere coincidence. Isaac, an alpha of a pack who has awaited his destined mate for years, discovers a profound connection with Isabelle. As their lives intertwine, Isabelle's troubled past resurfaces, posing a threat to everything she holds dear. Isaac, steadfast and unwavering, vows to stand by her side, even in the face of her most reckless decisions. Together, they embark on a journey of love, strength, and resilience, as they navigate the complexities of fate and the consequences of their choices. Isabelle's past, like a shadow, looms over their relationship, testing their bond and challenging their commitment to one another. Amidst the trials and tribulations, Isabelle and Isaac must confront their deepest fears, confront the mistakes of the past, and find the courage to forge a future together. As they navigate a world filled with uncertainty and danger, their love becomes their greatest strength, guiding them through the darkest of times.

Running away from her past Scarlet disguised herself as a male to serve the three hot Alpha brothers, how long will she last without being caught? Especially when the Alpha King himself stares at her with that unknown look everytime and the Alpha brothers are confused cause they both like a guy and finds it crazy.

Natasha a nobody who was bullied since childhood for being ugly was grown up with strict and cruel parents. She had an incredible glow up making everyone jealous but then she was termed as a slut. She had a gold heart and soul of an angel. A bad boy Damon a bully fell in love with her after mentally torturing her for months. Will Natasha ever love the boy she hated? Will Damon get his soft side out and change himself for Natasha?

Storm Montgomery comes from a very prominent family. His great father is a former president of the Philippines, his uncle is one of the top senators, and his father is a governor. As the eldest son, it's expected that he will follow in their family's footsteps. They want him to run for congressman, even though it goes against Storm's wishes, he has no choice. He accepts his fate. But a rookie journalist, Nicoline Albert, keeps ruining his campaign. Every time he tries to do something good to get noticed by people, Nicoline quickly counters it, causing people to question his intentions. Storm needs to stop Nicoline because if he doesn't, he will lose the election. That's when he comes up with a plan: he will approach Nicoline and makes her fall in love with him.

I stood at his foot, looking him over. The way he kept up his arms, made the muscles of his arms bulge, leaving those on his abdomen flexed. He looked like a model posing for a casual photo. Just then, a disturbing thought entered my head as I stared at his body. I closed my eyes and shook my head to expunge the illicit thought that crept into it but the thought became vivid behind the darkness. I flipped them open and stared at him again. Then throwing caution and the thought of the dreadful future out the window, I crouched on all fours and crawled on both sides of him till I was face to face with his chest. Slowly, I laid my body on top of his, placed my palms on his chest, and rested my jaws on it. The body contact sent warmth and something sweet up and down my body, going to rest on its usual place below my waist. He still had his eyes closed but I knew he was awake because his face slowly lit up in a beautiful smile, then ever so leisurely, his arms slid down and wrapped around my waist.

My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy. Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?" That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated. In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga. That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about. Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders. Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take." My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me." Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.

“Arky please don’t...” he tried to grabbed him on his waist as to prevent him from leaving. “Zad, I can’t! This is totally wrong man...” Arkael tried to reason out. “I... I’m going to be insane if I’m with you! Let’s treat each other as strangers from now on...” he added as he took his large strides leaving Zadkiel behind. Two successful CEOs of the two biggest companies in UN state was bound to meet. Arkael Mitchel Casimiro was publicly known to be a married man while Zadkiel Axton Mortel was rumored to be a cold and heartless bachelor. Join me as we travel together to discover their hidden secrets and fullfil their confusions. Hope you guys like this!

When Levi Ezra and I got married, he had solemnly vowed he would love me for a lifetime. Seven years later, he got another woman pregnant — a woman he had so carefully tucked away in a luxurious estate, complete with everything money could buy for a perfect, pampered delivery. By the time I discovered the truth, his mistress's belly was already round and heavy. Her due date was just around the corner. Levi had hesitated — for barely a second — before instinctively shielding her behind him, as though I were some threat. He said, "Nikki, you're terrified of childbirth. Now that this baby is coming, the Ezra family will finally have an heir. You won't have to suffer anymore. We'll still be the same as before. Nothing will change." I clutched the freshly issued pregnancy report in my hand — the one confirming my own child — and let out a laugh so sharp and brittle that it shattered into tears. The day his mistress went into labor, I terminated my pregnancy. I left the divorce papers on his desk, packed my bags, and boarded the first flight to a foreign land.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.

Z will found out later that the child whom she thought was dead for a long time, is alive. Brandon, the biological of her child will take their child away from her because he thought that she abandoned them five years ago.