Bae Heart My Story Novels & Stories

BEATRICE I pack Bailey’s lunch like I always do—small bites, easy to eat, her favorite fruits cut into heart shapes. She told me once that heart-shaped mango slices make her feel "ten percent more powerful," and I believe her. Today’s bento is extra neat. I don’t know why I’m being so meticulous—maybe because I’m nervous. Maybe because this interview means more to me than I’m willing to admit out loud. Or maybe I just want everything else to feel normal.

He asked, and I really wanted to tell him that tonight was the only time he’d be getting me. Asher and I are leaving in the morning. “Maybe,” I said. “My name is Xavier, what’s yours?” he added while I smiled. “If you are able to get me in here in the morning, I’ll tell you,” I said and then reached for the door, but he blocked it. “I meant it, and I mean it now… my heart beats for you. If you trust me with yours, I promise to cherish it till the end of our lives…”

He said. I glared at him then, all the cheesiness gone, before pushing him away from me. "Just so you know, I'm not sharing this cake with you." I said, picking up the delicious cake. "Sadly, this lazy-ass person loves chocolate more than you." He rolled his eyes before looking up at the sky. "One day your heart will only be mine, Anderson." It already was. 

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

She is actually relieved to know that her boyfriend, Liam, doesn't have anything to do with her movie project. Liam's father, Mr. William Beckett is the owner and the CEO of ABZ Network, and she doesn't want to be directly involve with Liam's family, especially when it comes to business matters...

Just us—choosing each other, building a family, refusing to surrender to fear or trauma or every voice that said this was impossible. Some hearts break. Some hearts surrender. Ours? We built an empire from the shattered pieces. And the heart that wouldn't surrender finally learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be loved exactly as you are. THE END

"I did not say anything." "You made a sound." "I made a sound because you mentioned him before you finished telling me about Ethan." She paused. "Think about that." I said nothing. "Baby." Her voice was soft. "Your heart still belongs to that man. You can call it whatever you want. You can dress it up in whatever story feels safe to you. But I am your mother and I know you, your heart still belongs to David Cole." "He shattered it Mama." I blurted. "He took the heart I gave him and he shattered it with a woman I hired. I walked away, am not walking back mum”. I exhaled. "The heart I have now belongs to someone else."

I thought what we had was true love built through hardship. When she returned home to build her company, I followed, willingly standing behind her. To keep her from feeling pressured, I never mentioned my background. I rarely even called my parents. She once held me and said, "Will, once my company goes public, I'll give you the grandest wedding in the world. I'll make you the happiest man alive." The promise still echoed in my ears. But now, she was personally dragging me into hell. On shore, Francis took out his phone and filmed me relentlessly. "Everyone, look! A drowning rat! This angle makes him look so ugly! Yvonne, look at William's face! This is hilarious!"

Kael and I sat apart, the Heart between us. "I'm scared," I admitted. "I know." "What if I become like him?" "You won't." "How do you know?" He took my hand. "Because you're not him. You fight for the people you love. He fights for himself. That's the difference." I leaned into him. "Kiss me," I said. He did. --- Later, when the others were asleep, I took the Heart. I held it to my chest, feeling its pulse match mine. Do you want to be stronger? a voice whispered.