Yin Yang Hearts Novels & Stories

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

“They all look the same to me.” Deborah gasped as if I had just committed a crime. “Oh, no, no, no! The hydrangea arrangements give a softer, fairytale-like presence, while the peony and rose combination adds a touch of vintage elegance.” Harry, standing behind me, coughed to hide a laugh. I shot him a glare before looking back at Deborah. “Fine. Let’s go with the peonies.” “Excellent choice!” she beamed. As she scribbled down notes, I leaned toward Harry and muttered, “Are weddings always this exhausting?”

It was dark, almost purple with a richness that made regular beef or chicken look like a joke “What is that?” She asked, leaning forward Ethan looked up, watching her reaction carefully. “Try guessing.” Lydia squinted at the meat, her nose wrinkling slightly. “It’s not...human, right?” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Not human. But nice to see where your mind went.” Lydia narrowed her eyes. “So? What is it then?“ “Venison heart,” he said like it was no big deal Lydia blinked. “Heart? Like...an actual deer heart?”

The glass doors of the Langford Hotel opened with a hush, releasing the faint scent of polished marble and lilies into the evening air. Cass stepped inside, heels clicking too sharply in the vast lobby. She smoothed her silk dress—soft, fluid, her unspoken armor for the night.

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

Harper smiled, eyes reflecting lantern lights below. “Then maybe we were never enemies,” she whispered. Emery kissed her gently. “Just two hearts learning how to beat in rhythm.”

Ye Gucheng frowned and did not understand. "In the world, men mainly focus on Yang, which belongs to the Yang Qi of the Chaos, and women mainly focus on Yin, which belongs to the Yin Qi of Xuan Ling. The so-called extreme Yin is the purest. If you absorb the Yin Qi of these women, you can get the purest Yin Qi in the world." The man in black smiled evilly. "Go enjoy it," the man in black said with a cold smile. Ye Gucheng hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and walked directly to the three women who were shaking their heads in fear and desperately retreating.

Without waiting for his reply, I waked into the kitchen and placed the meat and potato cheese enchiladas in a plate to heat it. “Myra!” “What?” I called back, turning on the oven. “I think we need to talk.” I turned in surprise, his voice was closer. He was leaning against the counter staring at the fridge magnets we had. There were a lot. Both, Zivah and I looked them and collected them wherever we went. I walked towards him, following his gaze. His eyes went strained on one magnet in particular. It was a dark red star with hope written on it in white. Zivah had got in a few months back and it was one of my favourite ones.