War Of Her Heart Book Novels & Stories

He could feel those knives going through his heart. “Everyone out! Now!” Russe roared with a great anger that his followers had not seen in years. As soon as the room had cleared, Russe slammed the door shut. The news of Adelia’s pregnancy with an outcast child had hit him hard, and he didn’t know how to process it. Due to the loud noise, Adelia awoke to an angry Russe who immediately turned to face her, his eyes blazing with fury. She cowered before him, her hand instinctively going to her flat belly.

Every word she spoke to them had been an act. All she wanted was to watch me unravel after my mother's death. She wanted to prove that every man who claimed to love me was only pretending. She needed me to realize that she was the one they had loved all along. It was never me. Rage consumed Ryan as he uncovered Olivia's betrayals. Back when he loved her, every quirk had seemed endearing. Even her endless need for comfort once felt sweet, almost pitiable. Now, after all that had unfolded, hatred filled the space where love once lived.

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.

His heart beat strong and steady under her palms. “Ready?” he whispered. Story nodded. She was more than ready. She had her answer. She had her ally. And for the first time, she had a clear understanding of the true enemy—not just the Whitlocks, not just the shadowy families, but the cruel, casual evil that created scars like hers. And the man beside her, blindfolded once more, had just vowed, with a single raw word, to stand with her against it all. She picked up her notebook. On a fresh page, she wrote two words, not for him to read, but as a promise to herself: Our war.

And at the heart of it all Lyla faced off against the strongest Elder yet. A man with cold gray eyes, his hands glowing with raw power. "You were never meant to exist," he hissed. Lyla smiled, her silver eyes burning. "And yet," she whispered, "here I am." He struck first A blast of pure energy, aimed straight at her heart. Lyla didn’t dodge. She caught it. Held it. And for the first time She pushed back. The explosion that followed shook the world itself. And when the dust cleared Only one of them was left standing. Lyla. And in that moment The war changed. Forever.

How in hell did we get here? The war didn’t start when the first shadow-wolf crossed the border stone. Not when Rowan betrayed her. Not even when Vareth began pulling strings in secret. This war began when someone decided to chain the light to himself. When they locked a girl away. Broke her. Kept her memories alive in whispers just so she would never believe she deserved anything else. This war started inside. And now it wants to break outward. My arm tensed at the thought. I won’t allow it.

“Like blood and truth.” “Good.” She smiled. “Only those who bleed for their freedom deserve it.” “What do you want from me? ” I asked. “What you already stepped into.” Her eyes sharpened. “A war of gods. A war of fate. And a war of hearts.” Her army watched me like I was a promise they feared to breathe wrong. I pushed myself up. My legs shook. My pulse was hammered. “Where is Kael? ” I whispered.

Away from the hacking oldster near the exit blowing the snot out his nose while rain pelted the sidewalk outside. Wondered if maybe somewhere around some long-forgotten corner there was a war-time love story to be found. A tale about some dazzling soldier marching into the life of an ordinary Plain Jane to be her destined One and Only before bravely heading into battle. A moment later, with a final sniff from the decrepit cashier guarding the door, the quiet returned. She stopped. Looked at the shelves. Saw more BIOGRAPHY. Squatting, heel to backside, she wiggled a small volume free from its neighbors. German title. German text. Simple drawings with German captions.

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.