All The Little Bird Hearts Novels & Stories

Wisdom asked and was hoping for a positive answer. Although all he thought was that she heard everything he discussed with Mikel. And what else apart from that would make her to be weeping that way? It simply nothing apart from that she overheard their discussion. However, Birdie cleaned up her tears by herself as she was trying to stop the cry. But the more she try to stop the more tears rushes down from her eyes. She covered her face with her two hands as she puts her head on top of her thighs. And Wisdom gently carried her head up as he helps her out and clean up the tears.

And when you kiss me, fill me with sunlight For I will be your shelter, your kingdom Illusions of fame and grandeur are nought All you need is serenity and love Riches and jewels your title has brought Are but dust to our passion as we move. What does the wind say to the little grebes? Take flight, spread your wings, I'll take you places. Little birds, I'll be the wind under you, To freedom go, I will follow you.

She deserves more than just a celebration; she deserves a moment that transcends the ordinary—a memory that will lift her above the shadows of her past, transforming the day into a beacon of hope and renewal. I don’t want her to view this day merely as another tick on the calendar, another reminder of what once was. Instead, I want her to see it as the dawn of something profoundly beautiful. Something that includes me. I glance at the gift box resting on my desk, its delicate wrapping glimmering in the soft light of the evening. Inside lies a necklace—delicate yet captivating, reflecting the essence of the woman it’s meant for. A small, intricately crafted bird charm dangles gracefully from

Her unfamiliarity with the place lit up her longing for excitement that she always thought she was lacking underneath her homelike death jail. “Ha! Shhh! Shhh!” The girl was ecstatic seeing those birds that were hovering above her. Her eyes began to shut and were coping up with the lights again. Suddenly, she felt something warm in her heart. She was welcomed by those birds. They flapped their wings in unison and began shipping harmoniously.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

, “Please answer me” “, princess please come back” “We can work through this” “Princess please” They cracked what was left of my heart and I so wished for it all to be true. A tear dropped on to my screen and my phone started vibrating, letting me know there was an incoming call. Lucian's name was written in bold with two hearts at the end. Two hearts that didn’t belong there. I just sat staring at the phone until his name disappeared from my screen . Then he called again. I don’t know what came over me, but I answered his call.

Chapter Thirty The room is sterilized, bathed in cold fluorescent light that is not even remotely comforting. I sit on the uncomfortable chair beside Simeon's bed; my heart still races from all the things that had taken place. My eyes stick to his small, pale face, so still beneath the white sheets. The beeping of the heart monitor keeps me attached to the fact that he is alive, that he's still breathing.

While trying to finish up the third book, I felt him touching my bréàst. "Look who's hungry." I pinched his tiny nose and proceeded to feed him. He grabbed hold of my bréàst and sucked the milk like it was his last meal. I found it cute and I couldn't stop staring. I couldn't believe that one year ago, I tried to get rid of this little angel if not for Devin's advice. I hope the heavens have forgiven me for ever dreaming such. He was a bundle of joy and I didn't think I'd ever be happy if anything was to happen to him.

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.

"Honey… Gabe needs it. You can always create another project if you lose this award, but he can't afford to wait that long…" "What does his situation have to do with me?" Her expression stiffened, her brows knitting in disbelief. "Cole, he's my childhood friend. You should treat Gabe better! It's just one project. Can't you just do another? Do you really have to be so petty about it?" The anger in my chest slowly gave way to a deeper, heavier sorrow. The drone project Gabe submitted to win that award—its core architecture, its original concept, the most difficult algorithms and lines of code—every part of it was the result of my team's blood and sweat.