Unscramble Warmth

After losing his wife in a tragic accident, Flynn Rourke is left to raise their two children alone, struggling to cope with grief and single parenthood. But when Veronica Santos enters his life, her warmth, kindness, and compassion spark a glimmer of hope. As they grow closer, Flynn begins to heal, and his children find a new sense of joy. Will Veronica's love be the balm Flynn needs to mend his broken heart, or will the scars of his past prove too deep to overcome? Let's find out what happen. Try to read my story Cleaning up his Heart. Hope you enjoy it. *ΧοΧΟ* CrisLee

Mifi grew up believing she was her parents' only child, until the truth shattered everything. A stepsister she never wanted. A family who gave their love and attention to someone else. From that day, resentment took root in her heart. Then came him-Dos. The man who made her feel seen. Wanted. Loved. In his arms, she found the warmth she'd been starved of her entire life. Nights with him became her escape, her secret, her solace. Until the day she discovered the truth. The man she had spent countless nights with... was her stepsister's fiancé.

Her world was devoid of light. Of warmth Of stars Of angels Of hopes Of dreams Of life But she had all within her and carried her demons like they owned her. She needed redemption. Fate had messed up her blurry universe. Yet, had granted her nature's best gift. -. He believed in everything that she despised. Everything including herself. He was an array of sunshine. Golden stars and butterflies. Colliding his glowing rainbows with her raging storms. An angel dispelling her demons of sad depths and broken hopes But fate had other motions in store. Maybe good. Maybe shattering.

Two hearts which have always been filled with warmth and joy for so many years of their lives. Suddenly one heart becomes cold because of the other heart. The other heart becomes cold because of some other reasons. Now these both have one thing in common that is coldness surrounding their hearts. Did they really became ice cold? (or) Is it just a façade to show everyone? (or) Is it directed in high demands only towards each other? Could they melt each other coldness easily or would they need the help of a little angel. Sometimes melting ice can be more difficult than we actually think…

"Zayne-" I try to push him away when he grabs me by the waist and puts me on the counter. Letting out a gasp, I rest my hands on his shoulders as his warmth lingers on my body. His eyes are slightly red as if he was crying. And before I realize it, he leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Myla," He calls, his voice intoxicating. I hate how he has the power to make my knees go weak whenever my name comes out from between his lips. "I never craved attention until I tasted yours."

I had always asked him if she was pretty, and I always wondered if it was she he was thinking about when we were intimate. "Callie, forget about her. Of course she is beautiful, she's my wife. She doesn't please me like you do," he caressed my neck into his strong hands. The warmth of his blood heated me, and I could feel his heart pounding profusely through his skin. "I'm falling in love with you," I tried to catch my breath, "I know we always promised each other this would go no further than just casual sex, but..."

“You are mine! Mine alone” He Kissed her neck, pulling her closer to her and a soft moan escaped her lips. “No. This is wrong. Can’t be yours. Kaleb will never…” She couldn’t finish her sentence and he crushed his lips against hers. “Please stop,” she implored him to stop, even though she said that to him. Her body craved his touch, the warmth it brought to her. She wanted to feel his muscular hands on her. “You are mine, Allie!” He whispered, pushing himself against her. They knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She was engaged to another, and he was her pack’s enemy, but fate brought them together.

Zara Lowry once gave her heart to Yosef Webb, her boss and savior, risking everything in a whirlwind of passion. To him, however, she was nothing more than a reliable cog in his corporate machine.She was done with that, though.Yosef could not stand Zara's cool-headedness, her logic, her self-sufficiency. Yet, he eventually found the warmth and adoration he longed for in her eyes.Her eyes, however, were looking elsewhere. ***[In this story, neither the hero nor the heroine is perfect. This is not your typical tale of a successful female lead. Yosef is a jerk, but is later changed to become a man who would do anything for love. This is a tale of a tsundere man, and it takes many chapters for the two of them to reconcile.

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. "I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."