Novel & Cerita A Man Of My Heart

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."

My skin, my flesh or my heart? All Hearts!!

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

He came near me, I don't want to do this but there's no other way out, I have to survive. "I don't have a choice.", I pulled out the gun and aimed at him. "Don't come", now we both were pointing our guns at each other. "Shoot me, I dare you", he stepped forward with his gun at me. If he doesn't care for his life, then it's his mistake. I too never said that I will be clement on my "ENEMY". I shot him in his heart, he fell to the ground with a thud. "Someone is there, I heard something falling from there."

Heart then stopped playing his dick. ‘Of course, I can’t tell him that I fuck more than thousand men already, I think? Hahaha. I don’t know but there are lot of men, because of my job. They have bigger dick than him, but I really wonder what will happen once he discovers that I am Scarlet Heart, for sure, he will really resent me and I will not be able to face him.’ Heart thought. She could not answer him the truth about her body count.

He held the right and placed it in his chest, where his heart is. "Please know that you will always be here," he said with his voice breaking, while pressing my palm to his heart. "You're the only one here," he continued, tears now begging to fall from his eyes. "Steven," I called with heavy breathing. He smiled at me, a smile that will forever haunt me in my dreams every night of my life. Your beauty reaches the moon The heartbeat was heard in space And it comes back to me You are the love Only you will be loved

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?"

It didn't look natural. It looked wrong. Her lips parted slowly. "Then where is my real heart?" The question came out quietly like she didn't want to hear the answer. The doctor remained silent. He did not know and he didn't I even want to guess. Meanwhile, Adrian sat in his office. A file was opened on the table in front of him. Michael stood across Adrian. "We have seen it sir." he said. Adrian looked at the file carefully. He moved his eyes across the pages. Name Anna, Age,

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

“Come show the world how beautiful my woman is.” There goes my heartbeat again. I place my hand in his. “Yes,” I whisper. “Let’s go.”