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Bound Hearts

Fractured Hearts

Thea fell in love with Ryder who is her childhood best friend.She kept her feelings hidden.A deceitful third party involvement manipulated Ryder into believing that she had broken his trust. ~Exceprt~ Thea's voice trembled as she grasped Ryder's hand. "Ry...Ryder, please listen." she begged, her eyes pleading for his attention. Ryder jerked his hand free from Thea's grasp, his expression hardening into ice. "I don't want to hear anything from you.You're no one to me from now on." "You are going to believe her?"her eyes welled up with tears. "I don't want to believe you.." Ryder spat, his eyes flashing with anger. "From now on, don't dare show your face to me." With those cutting words, he turned and walked away,leaving Thea shattered, her body racked with sobs as she collapsed to the ground. Years passed Thea returned to the city working as a waitress to support her life. But fate delivered a cruel blow when Ryder and his fiancee walked into the restaurant. "Didn't I say you better stay away from us?How dare you appear in front of us?" Thea's voice trembled as she spoke, her heart heavy with emotion. "Ry...Mr. Thompson," she corrected herself, her eyes locking onto his, "I never thought our paths would cross again, especially not here." "I made it clear previously that I never wanted to see you again.." he said, each word cutting through Thea like a knife, reopening old wounds and slicing through her fragile heart. Thea's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed into Ryder's, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Ryder..." she implored, her gaze clinging to his, desperate for him to see the sincerity in her eyes and believe her words. He scoffed,"Hurt?I hate you for what you did to her.How can you hurt my woman?" Thea looked at his eyes to find the glimmer of the boy she once knew.But that boy was gone replaced by a man consumed by rage and hatred for her. She knew she lost him forever.Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. Will Thea and Ryder ever find their way back to each other, or is their love lost forever, a casualty of misunderstandings and hurtful words? Will they be able to overcome the lies and betrayal that tore them apart, or will their hearts remain forever fractured? ---------- This Novel is not translated but an original work written by author Audenzia_16.
Audenzia_16 · 71.1K Views

The Harmony of Hearts

On a noisy night in the city, in a small studio at the corner of the street, soft light illuminated the window surrounded by shimmering piano keys. Inside, behind the elegant keys, a handsome man named Steve sat with intense focus. His sharp features and charming smile exuded a mysterious aura that captivated anyone who looked at him. Steve was not just a piano teacher; he was a maestro in the world of music, with skills that could make hearts race. Every finger that danced over the keys produced melodies capable of transporting listeners to another realm. However, his talent was not the only thing that drew attention. Behind the dazzling notes he played was a captivating charm that made his students, aged 17 and up, shiver whenever he discussed music. One of them was Viona, an 18-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a skilled pianist. With each lesson, Viona felt enchanted by Steve's charisma, and in every piano beat, she experienced the tension between pride in her progress and the shyness that lingered in her heart when interacting with her handsome teacher. In the practice sessions that began with dancing piano keys, there was more than just music lessons hidden between them. A story involving love, dreams, and vulnerability, where each melody could open a window into their souls, and each session became more than just notes — but also a step toward something deeper. Steve and Viona would come to realize that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies are not the ones played on stage, but those that resonate in their hearts...
Aurora_Yoon_02 · 6.8K Views

Bound By Blood And Fire

Freya has spent her life as an outcast—beaten, humiliated, and branded a disappointment. A servant in the house of the man who once called himself her father. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She awakens to a truth more dangerous than the chains that bound her. She is not just a disgraced wolf. She is something more—something both feared and hunted. Prince Dorian, ruthless heir to the throne, knows what she is. She is his mate. The one fate has bound to him in ways he never wanted. But to him, she is also a weapon—a pawn in the bloody war against the hunters. He takes her, claims her, and keeps her not out of love, but control. "You think I won’t reject you?" Dorian’s voice is low, edged with cruel amusement as he presses her against the cold stone wall of his chamber. His grip is iron, his breath a promise of ruin. "I will. The moment you become useless to me." But there is another. Tiberius, the legendary hunter with emerald eyes that see too much and a touch that burns her differently, has searched for her his entire life. He was raised to despise wolves, to slaughter them without hesitation. Yet when he looks at Freya, he does not see an enemy. He sees his mate. "They told me I would find you," Tiberius murmurs, his fingers brushing over the bruises Dorian left on her wrists. His gaze is both tender and deadly. Caught between two kings, two destinies, and two deadly temptations, Freya must decide who she truly is. A key to destruction, or a bridge to salvation? But what happens when the wolf prince refuses to let her go… and the hunter king refuses to let her fall? A brutal prince. A vengeful hunter. A woman bound by fate. One will break her. One will save her. Or will she choose to save herself?
Mondara · 1.9K Views

Palimpsest Hearts

In his previous life, Lucian Sinclair had pursued the truth behind his fiancé Malcolm Fitzgerald's fatal car accident with relentless determination - only to meet the same grim fate beneath the twisted metal of his Bentley on a rain-lashed M25 motorway. When consciousness returned, the industrialist found himself thrust back to his 24-year-old self, the digital clock on his Mayfair bedside table blinking December 16th, 2016. Malcolm's Alpine skiing accident had already occurred three days prior. He promptly took legal guardianship of the brooding 15-year-old left in the wreckage - Finn Fitzgerald, Malcolm's half-brother through their father's second marriage. The boy Lucian remembered from charity galas had grown feral-eyed, all scraped knuckles and boarding school blazers gone threadbare at the elbows. This time, Lucian vowed, the boy would receive proper upbringing. Not out of affection, but as penance for never deciphering Malcolm's last encrypted text: "Tell Luce the Range Rover's brakes—" Finn initially regarded his guardian with wary deference, this icy aristocrat who wore his brother's signet ring on a platinum chain. "Malcolm said you collect Renaissance maps," the teen offered during tense dinners, pushing peas across Wedgwood china. "Malcolm told me you hate tulips." Each invocation of the dead man's name hung between them like altar smoke. Yet gradually, the dynamic shifted. Lucian caught Finn glaring when he traced the Fitzgerald jawline they shared. The boy began arriving late from Eton weekends, reeking of stolen whiskey and defiance. During one particularly vicious row over a shredded Oxford acceptance letter, Finn slammed Lucian's wheelchair against the study wall. "Why must I be his ghost?" The teen's breath fogged the cold glass of Malcolm's portrait. "You look at me like I'm some...some flawed taxidermy of your perfect banker boy!" Lucian's cane clattered to the hardwood. Perfect? Malcolm had been laundering funds through their engagement - a truth he'd discovered two lifetimes too late. Now this living, breathing Fitzgerald heir stood before him, all cracked leather satchel and mismatched socks, demanding to be seen. Outside, the Thames glittered with secrets. In the cellar vault, a dossier gathered dust - crime scene photos, offshore account records, and the Range Rover's brake lines sliced clean through. Lucian's fingers twitched toward the whisky decanter. Let the dead keep their mysteries. This Fitzgerald needed saving more.
DaoisthrquXu · 1.8K Views
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