Novel & Cerita War Of Hearts Book

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

He stroke my hand "At first I didn't like you but I realise I started to open my heart slowly but then Dean come and then the worse is Jake come to you." "After that you said to me that you will stop, I was hoping that you still fight for me because you almost there. Everything you do, I always watch it from distance. Even Lia once caught me." He said and that made me looked at him "Lia?" "Yeah, she once caught me watching you at the library. Putting back books back to their place." He said and that made me silent

As we neared it, the words from her premonition came to me. “What you hold close to the heart will not survive. For war is a field of no rules and morality, something you know of. But the last cards are in place as you have not changed the course of your path. In war, there are no rules but one unspoken yet agreed upon. Attack the heart. And what does an immortal man hold close to his heart that he couldn’t hold before? His mate, Vivian.”

The battle was over, but the war had only begun. And for the first time, I understood what the Heart was whispering. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a warning.

“He’s inside my dreams.” And that, more than any letter or feather or flirtation, made me realize: the war for my fate wasn’t just being fought in forests and council rooms. It was happening inside my own skull. If I didn’t get a handle on my power—and my heart—I wasn’t just going to be caught between fangs. I was going to invite them in. Hi everyone! Thank you for supporting me on this journey. I’m a new writer, and your love and encouragement mean everything to me. Please feel free to check out my other books below. 💕

But she hesitated, withdrawing slightly, the vulnerability in her eyes still raw and unguarded. “I… I can’t,” she whispered. “Not yet. I’m too… tangled in the past.” I nodded, hiding the pang in my chest. “Then I wait,” I said softly. “As long as it takes.” The city outside continued to pulse with life, indifferent to our struggles, our secrets, our unspoken desires. And as we sat there, hand on hand, I realized that the war was no longer just about headlines, strategies, or manipulations. It was about hearts. And mine was caught in the crossfire.

He tightened his arm around Erriene’s waist and rested the other across his back with his palm at the back of his head and his fingers buried in those silver white tresses that he missed so much. Erriene laid his head against Alarick’s chest, no doubt hearing his fast beating heart. But it doesn’t matter right now. He wants Erriene to hear it. To know that he can make the barbarian warlord’s heart beat rapidly like this. Erriene can make him feel alive, and he can also take away his will to live with just a look, a word. Alarick felt like a wound had just healed inside him. This was right. Everything was perfect now.

His thumbs brushed under my eyes, rough but careful, grounding. "My pack is already inside BloodRose territory." My breath hitched. "What?" "They moved before dawn. Silent. Fast. Just like we planned." Planned? This had been planned. While I'd been— While I'd been lying here, trying not to fall apart, trying not to think about what was supposed to happen to me— He had been preparing a war. All for my sake. "For me?" I whispered. Aaron's jaw tightened. "Yes, and for what they did to you."

“I doubt he’ll do that. I think he’ll worship her relentlessly. He might even end the war for her. This is leverage for the war.” I exhaled. “And a curse for our love life.” I turned to Micha and said: “Why don’t we go to the living book and stop speculating?” Micha said: “Fine then, let’s go.” We entered my room. I retrieved the book from the drawer and set it on the table. Dread coiled in me over what it would reveal. I prayed Micha’s theory was wrong. I pressed the book with a trembling finger. Instantly, golden light blazed from the book, and golden letters burned into view. The book said:

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.