Novel & Cerita Yin Yang Hearts

I never really asked. “Grip, thank you...” I mumbled giving him a greatful smile. My fist loosened. I stretched my right hand in front of me and closed my eyes. I emptied my mind and focus with what I desire. I don’t need any spell. To make anything happen, all I need were Grip to make me understand, myself, and my faith. I engraved the symbol of yin-yang in my mind and envisioned it. With closed eyes, I saw a 2D yin-yang projected in my hand. I rested my eyes at Amara. A huge yin-yang glowed on the floor beneath her. She was like lying in the middle of a summoning circle.

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

ROBERT . . I felt my heart hammering against my chest as the memories of all our past encounter flooded into my mind. I felt my breath suddenly catching at the back of my throat. As if sensing the tension, Bryan opened his mouth, but then closed it. The room seemed to shrink around us, trapping us in the gravity of our desires. I didn't even realize how much I craved having his cock inside of me. God! how could one overcome their wildest fantasies? Especially when that fantasy was staring at you like you're their favorite meal.

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

he asked, the question that was medical and intimate, the ritual that was daily and essential. "Steady," Cyrus replied, the hand that moved to Arthie's chest, the monitoring that was habit and love. The fingers that found the intercostal space, the position that was precise, the listening that was through skin and muscle to the organ beneath. "Sixty-eight. The athlete's bradycardia that is healthy, that is optimal, that is—"

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

We are going to be passed out on the lawn by the end of the night except for Fox. I and Ransom are the first ones to have active cards but so do Angel and Shadow, meaning our cards match. Unfortunately for Ran and I, we have to drink longer seeing as how I have the 10 of spades and Ransom has the ten of clubs while Angel has the 3 of hearts and Shadow has the 3 of diamonds.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

I pull the two cards handing them to Vermillion. She lays the fourth pair—the lovers and the three of cups—below the other three pairs, then stares at them. “What’s it mean?” Kallie demands impatiently. “Does she need to draw more cards?” Lili asks, incredulous. Shaking her head, Vermillion replies, “Don’ need to, but gimme two mo’ anyway.” The final two cards are the empress and the sun. As if watching tennis, Vermillion’s eyes bounce from Ian’s face to mine then back again. “Ya’ll okay me sayin’ dis out loud?”