Bae Heart My Story の小説・ストーリー

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

But, what happened now? Aurelie can feel the pain piercing her heart knowing that the person she was longing to see, hug, and be with couldn't keep his promise. She is only ten years old, but she is aware of the outcome of her life since her parents weren't even married. She was born out of wedlock, but how about pure love? She wanted to cry, but her mother said she is a big girl now and she should be able to endure things that were superficial and not worthy of her tears. This is what she did before having the thought of leaving the amusement park.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

If I were magic, I would make Owen feel better. The disappointment in myself doesn’t fade, not even later into the night as I fall asleep

-o0o- My heart is a battleground, torn asunder by the intoxicating thrill of Baekhoon's presence and the crippling fear of my own emotions. Am I truly surrendering to his charms, or am I merely a pawn in the President's grand design, reveling in the revelation that our fates have been inextricably linked from the start?

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

HAYLEE ~<>~ My heart was pounding, relentless and deafening. It raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing in my ears like a relentless drum. The faster it soared, the louder the sound became, drowning out everything else. Every piece of bad news I received—from people I trusted, people I thought wouldn’t give up on me—caused it to thud harder, as if my chest itself were breaking apart. When I heard that there was no other way, it shattered me more profoundly than words can express.

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AYRA’S POV: I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegat

He keeps a straight face, with his eyes fixed on me. “My heart won’t listen to me.” I blurt out. “It just keeps going out to… someone and I just want it to take its time.” I see something that looks like satisfaction cross his face. “To me?” his voice is small, rough. Vulnerable. “Y…yes. And I just do not want to rush into anything.” I look away, and try to breath. “You were the one that picked my almost lifeless body from the creek, so you should know a bit of my story. And it was this heart of mine that caused all that to me. And now it has refused to listen to me. I have been hurt. I do not want that again. I might not survive it.”