Behold My Heart Movie Novels & Stories

Some of the armed security had rushed Lydia Donovan out of the church while everyone else was trying to run for cover. Derek then turned to Camilla and found her staring at him silently. Her eyes were glazed over, her lips slightly parted, her face pale. It seemed she was in a trance, and her gaze was lowered to the wound on his chest. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he held her arms and gently shook her. "Camilla! Camilla I am okay. I'm not hurt." But Camilla remained immobile. Her breathing sounded strangled and she was trembling. How was she supposed to believe him when she could clearly see the blood on his tux? It was bringing back memories, memories she had carefully buried deep w

I said and she just smiled, little beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. “And so are you,” she said with a smile and I sprang up. “Leaving so soon?” she asked, but I didn't reply, instead, I walked straight to the drawers with my naked self and opened the drawers. “Don't!” she yelled, but too bad, I had already opened the drawers and there it was, a human heart, the blood around it had nearly clotted so I knew who it belonged to, only one person lost their heart recently, and that was Lana before I could register the sight of what I had just seen, I felt something hard hit my head, someone had hit me from behind, and they'd hit me hard.

I continued to dry my camera with the towel when the girl from the beach pop out in my mind. Full of excitement, I hurriedly open my camera with my shaky hands. I quietly wish on my mind that my camera would turn on while waiting for its screen to light up. I gasp with excitement and sighed in relief when it suddenly turned on. A photo of a woman smiling as she watched the sunset while she paints is currently displayed in the screen. You can see in her smile how much she loves painting the sunset. FLASHBACK

He asked looking at her. “With all my heart.” Cameron did realize something, and it was that the feeling he was having for Marissa was not his guilt or friendship or crush. It was much more, and he wasn’t about to let it go in vain.

My fingers trembled against his rough jaws and my heart beat raised in anticipation. "In this process i didn't know when i lost my heart to you. You are the first girl who claimed me as yours openly without any fear. I liked it very much. Nobody never obsessed for me like you do. Surely they are attracted to me but never accepted me who i am. The way you treated my Ethan with love and care. That moment I know i have already drawn into deep shit unknowingly. I can't describe how happy I am when I see both of you together. Everytime you said you want me, you like me, my heart is just over the moon." Oh my god!

“Mozart or Beethoven? “Oh, don’t make me choose.” “Fair enough.” “There’s one scene in that anime I told you about where Shinji literally holds Kuaru in his Mecha’s hand, and Kuaru wants him to kill him for the sake of all humanity, and they hold that shot for over a minute with Beethoven’s 5th playing in the background, and all he has to do is squeeze, but he loves him, hence the hesitation. That was amazing.” Shut up, you rambling nerd.

"Everyone, look here. This is the heart of someone with congenital heart disease. From the tubes in the heart, the patient had clearly gone through multiple surgeries. Today, we will be studying it in hopes of finding a better treatment plan." She then pulled out a scalpel before dissecting every inch of my heart, placing every sliver of my heart under the microscope for all to happily discuss. As for me, I stood there and watched as my heart was sliced and diced into a million pieces. I suddenly recalled how nice Wendy was to me back before John found out she was still in contact with her first love. I had asked in my childish voice, "Mom, will you still recognize me if I turn into a cockro

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

The last thing that she said was to give her heart to the male lead. The next scene was him waking up. His parents couldn’t easily tell whose heart saved him from imminent death, but they couldn’t hide the truth when he asked why his girlfriend wasn’t around. Allen could hear sobs in front of him. He couldn’t blame them if they were moved. It was a well executed film. He couldn’t sympathize with it, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate it. The end of the movie shows the male lead reading a letter that she had written for him as if she already had a feeling that this would happen, and the signatory is the title of the movie; sincerely yours, my hero.

My heart pounds against my chest making me lightheaded. I swing a glance back at Brit who is no help, she looks just as dumbfounded and shocked as I do. Her eyes don’t quite meet mine or Carden’s heap of a body. I thought it’s because she can’t look at him like this, but it’s something else entirely.