روايات وقصص ضمن 24 Hearts

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.

Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart. She kissed the air a millimeter above the heart. "I love it." In one more drink, she drained her glass then climbed onto the bed, which someone had thoughtfully turned down. "Now for you to see." She spread her knees with her hands, giving him a view of the split crotch of her dinky panties. Peeking out of her neat little strip of curls was the ruby heart dangle. He couldn't resist bending in and tickling it with his tongue then pulled back. "Sorry. It probably hurts, doesn't it?"

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

"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."

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

"Blood has already penetrated into her brain." Alexander's heart sank. "What can be done now?" he asked, his voice trembling. "And how long will it take for her to retrieve her memory?" "Amnesia cases usually last for minutes, hours, or days," the doctor replied. "In rare cases, it may last for months or years. But her case is really frightening." Alexander's eyes widened in horror. "What's the good news?" he asked, hoping against hope. "The good news is she's six weeks pregnant, congratulations Sir Alexander," Doctor Clemson said, reaching out his hand for a shake which Alexander took reluctantly, his mind still reeling.

I stopped beneath the largest tree and pressed both hands over my stomach, the bark cool against my back, dawn light barely starting to touch the highest branches. “I’m all you have now,” I whispered. Four small pulses answered beneath my palms, unmistakable, real, each one distinct from the others like four separate hearts learning to beat at once. I sank onto the grass and finally broke … not from grief, though grief was tangled somewhere in it, twisted up with fear and fury and something achingly tender all at once. I cried because I had just discovered I already loved them completely, four heartbeats I’d known about for less than an hour, already more mine than anything else in this enti

This time, the little cute girls gathered together into a three-heart pattern made up of roses. Both of them had a big heart and a small one. The roses were neatly arranged, and they were all red. Of course, Monique could see the meaning behind it. That was, he, her, and their Little Nomi. Three hearts, heart in heart, and one family. Then the three hearts danced with the little cute girls and then merged into a huge heart shape. Those roses were the most fresh and bright ones which had just been picked out on the spot. There were also small drops of water on the roses.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”