War Of Hearts Book Novels & Stories

This isn’t a battle to end in Book Three. This is a war of belief that will burn into Book Four, and a reckoning that will echo into Book Five. But for the first time since Brine Hollow… I don’t feel cornered. I feel ready.

he finished. The simplicity of it cracked something open in me. Here, in this house. In this town. In this life that was supposed to be normal now. I swallowed. “You don’t have to know all at once.” His gaze dropped to his hands. “I was good at the other thing.” War, without naming it. Purpose that came with orders and clear enemies. He looked up, eyes storm grey and exhausted. “I don’t feel good at this.” My chest tightened. I wanted to say 'you don’t have to earn being loved', but the sentence felt too intimate, too dangerous, too close to betraying the way my heart had always leaned toward him.

The air was heavy, filled with the sharp stink of blood and the chill of death. The war was still raging, but the real fight had just begun and it was happening inside me. And there I was, right in the middle of it all. Alone. My heart was too heavy, as if I was carrying a weight I didn’t know how to hold. The war was done, but something deeper was just starting. A war inside me,a war I wasn’t sure I could win. Fabian. His name came to me without warning. My heart pulled in two different directions.

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

ALEXEI I was in my office, the heavy oak door framing a picture of stoic control. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the bookshelves crammed with leather-bound volumes, each a silent testament to the Pushkin legacy. Yet, I couldn't focus on the crackling flames or the comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. My mind, usually a battlefield of strategic maneuvers and calculated risks, was consumed by the memory of her kiss. Zoey. Her lips, soft and yielding beneath mine, had ignited a fire within me, a wildfire that threatened to consume the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart.

My heart quickened as I saw him look at my body. I covered my chest with my long hair while he quickly looked away. After a few minutes of reading, I started to feel dizzy. I looked around the room only to find it spinning. I looked down to my book but the words were blurry. My eyes started to close on it's own. I tried keeping them open but I couldn't control my tiredness and soon feel into darkness.

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

She was now haunted by disturbing dreams and when her village is attacked on her 21st birthday, Ray Hickey discovers that a thousand things were actually worse than the stupid boys who called her names… and she was one of them. Kieran Ashborne Reign had always known that at some point in his life, he would become Alpha King but had never imagined it would be in the middle of war and chaos. Still, he vowed to end the war at all costs but when his hunting party brings back a stubborn, starved and scared human instead of a weapon of war, he finds himself torn between pleasure, pain and the shocking realization that the war was not on the other side of the river but right under his roof … and he

He again reminded me of the kind guy who brought me everything I needed while I was Daniel’s prisoner the first time. Maybe, what Daniel and I did in this life had already changed things for the better? I could only hope as we all started the search for a shard of paper that would save my people from a lot of heartache. I found an old history book and started to read, the and more I read, the more my jaw dropped. “Please tell me that you haven’t come across something inappropriate.” Daniel laughed and I realized I had been gaping at the book. “No, not inappropriate, but definitely eye-opening. Did you know that the war started because one of your ancestors fell in love with one of mine?” I w

The cherry finish caught the light in such a way that it highlighted the etched designs. I flipped the lid open to see the primary focus of the gift. The book’s rose-colored cover was embossed with silver designs. Its title ‘A Warrior’s Heart: Avalynn’s Fight for Justice’ stood out. A sword covered in flames pierced through the title. It looked really fucking cool. Ava had developed a love of reading, not that any of us were surprised about it. She certainly took after her mother in that regard. Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something.