Burning Heart Book Novels & Stories

At the company’s annual dinner party, the front desk receptionist, Laila Nachtman, lost a game and had to randomly select a man to kiss as her penalty. She blushed and cautiously looked at Leonard Griffin. “Mr. Griffin, could you maybe—” Before she could finish, Leonard briefly said, “Scram.” The entire room erupted in laughter and mockery at her being so ridiculously oblivious. Everyone in their circle knew that he doted on me, his wife. Over the years, he had never given a second glance to anyone except me. His phone password had always been my birthday, and he reported his itinerary to me every time he traveled for work. He even kept a video call with me running while showe

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

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

What the freaking heck is this just now? My heart.....it couldn't stop beating so fast. I kept breathing in hard with high hopes that it could calm me down but..... It did nothing. My heart felt like it could explode any moment. What the hell is happening to me? Why did my chest feel so warm when he smiled at me? Why did I find myself blushing like a fool wen he stared at me like.... like...he wanted to eat me? "Shit." I muttered and walked up to the basin.

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

Eluvene said. **To whomever is reading this. I am starting updates again. I did stop for a long time because I was slowly uploading the edited book 1 over the unedited version. I still have a bit to go, but I promise it is worth reading the edited version :) Some details have changed - but the story is basically the same. And I am trying to see if I can squeeze in the bonus chapters - there are 3 of them. Also, new chapter/s every 3 days. And another thing, not sure if I said it before, another book comes before this one, Wolf Heart. I will start uploading that one soon. Book 1 is already written, I am just editing right now.**

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

My eyes flickered with hurt, and my heart burned with jealousy. “Because I wanted to be sure that he wasn't lying to me.” She yelled.

But inside her chest, there was no peace. Burn. The sensation was constant. A searing heat right over her heart, pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat, reminding her. It wasn't just pain; it was a brand. A leash. It felt as if a red-hot iron had been pressed into her soul, and it never truly cooled down. It was always there, a dull ache that flared into agony whenever she dared to disobey. “Why do you hesitate?” The voice grated against her mind like sandpaper on stone. It was everywhere, filling her head, leaving no room for her own thoughts. It echoed in the hollow spaces of her skull, loud, demanding, and cruel.