Bae Heart My Story Novels & Stories

she frowned. "Victor is an old story, I broke up with him a couple of months ago." "Okay so who is this Bryan?" Megan pouted her lips and complained, "I told you about him during our video call." Awkwardly clearing her throat, Vanessa defended herself, "Well, I was very busy back then and it was very hectic." When Megan raised her brows, she sighed, "Fine, I had to mute you sometimes because I couldn't really focus when you kept ranting about everything."

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

ALEXANDER The Tale-Tell Heart. I had thought that story was ridiculous when I was in school. The heart under the floor, beating, driving the madman insane… How could a dead heart beat? I got it now, though, because in my desk sat a file, one I could practically hear beating away, mocking me. The one that contained everything Nathan could find on Bailee Evans. I had requested it after learning about Caleb Johnson’s divorce. I hadn’t known it was Bailee Evans at the time, yet I had discovered as much at the bar that very night.

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"

“ Stop right there you b****.’ The Beating of my heart doesn't seem to go back to normal. I am paralyzed with fear. I have never done something like this. Not even with Brian. I'm never going to get used to standing against a warrior or anyone in particular. I know nothing but to obey and to submit.

I whisper, bitter, exhausted, “you really don’t have a heart.” He sets the glass down with deliberate care, then starts unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly. Like this is a reveal he’s practiced. “You want to see my heart?” He pulls the fabric aside. A brand. A brutal, scarred B, burned into his flesh right over his heart. Angry. Permanent. “It stands for Blackburn,” he says flatly. “Lucinda has one too.” My stomach twists. Whatever they endured, it was hell. Real hell.

Her heart was barely beating, so mine was helping hers to continue to beat. "Mate must live." Midnight said in a broken voice. "mate must live."

Mari wanted to refute but she is too weak to talk. "WHAT?! YOU'RE PREGNANT WITH LIAM"S?! LIAM! TELL ME IS THAT TRUE?!" mother Davis was shock and angry as well when she heard it. Yes, she wants to have a lot of grandchildren and yes, she did once want Liam and Elizabeth to be together but she loves Mari and she knew that her son loves Mari as well that is why she can't believe what she just heard from Elizabeth.

The latest story posted was from last night, during my bachelorette party, after I'd gotten drunk at home. It was a photo of a parking garage late at night, and the caption in the photo was quite long. "He said that he wasn't going home today, wanting to wait with me until the rain stopped. But he still put his coat around my shoulders, leaving himself in just a thin shirt." I tapped into the next highlighted story. "He shielded me from trouble again today. The problem would have been solved with just a simple explanation, but he still insisted on shielding me behind him first.

I muttered to myself, feeling a bit dumbfounded. In a flash, Bryant was kneeling before me, giving me a stern look. “Hey, what did I tell you about beauty and people?” I looked away after catching a glimpse of how serious he looked, knowing that he hated it when I start hating on myself. “Beauty lies on the inside,” I recited, having heard him say it a thousand times before. “-where the heart is,” he finished, smiling softly and placing two fingers right above where my heart was. “But do I really have that too? I mean, seriously. I have murderous and such vengeful thoughts towards those girls at school. Do I even have a pure heart?” I asked him, voicing my deepest fear.