A Little Bit Of Your Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Thats good. Hearing you saying that word is the only thing I have been waiting for you to say. I don't need your money. Just a simple thanks could do something more than the money." "More than the money? Then what is it?" "Heartbeat."

My heart started beating as fast as a bullet train. All Rights Reserved © #KCMmuoe

" Being able to move forward and follow the light doesn't necessarily mean the darkness can't follow you and being able to continue on with your life doesn't necessarily mean your past can't affect you . " _ 유.애.이

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

My heart skipped a bit. Right…..

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

“Tick-tock, tick-tock, your time is almost up. Your end is near.” My heart dropped at this.

I couldn't quite believe it, yet the thought made my heart skip a beat. As we walked through the dimly lit streets, our footsteps echoing against the sidewalk, I couldn't help but steal glances at Jacob. His stride was confident, and his gaze was fixed on the path ahead. I had never really paid attention to the little details, but now his every move intrigued me.

They seemed inseparable. My heart was torn apart as pain hit me in broken pieces. One was my husband of two years, and the other was my best friend since college years. Hudson had been born with a heart condition. He now had the heart of Quincey's boyfriend, Maverick Goldstein, who had died in a car crash. After the surgery, Hudson insisted he was Maverick. I forced a smile and set a container of healthy food on the table next to the hospital bed. "Quincey, I spent three hours making this food. Make sure Hudson eats it."

“Access the deep well within you.” My heart slammed once, hard. Then I closed my eyes. And reached inward.