Chola Heart Background Novels & Stories

[May Helen always be happy and carefree, year after year. [May Helen's life be full of joy and free from sorrow.] [May Helen always be healthy, with only good people in her life.] [To my beloved Helen, may you always have peace and happiness.] ... All of them. Ninety-nine wishing bottles. Ninety-nine slips of paper. And every single one carried her name. Not even one was about Yara. Her eyes burned. In the end, she left the bottles scattered on the ground and walked down the mountain.

I said, managing a weak smile. “Come with me,” she said, leading me down the sterile, white corridor. Each step was a countdown, a tick of fate drawing me closer to the truth. I climbed onto the exam table, the cold leather beneath me making my heart beat faster. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the ultrasound machine coming to life. Dr. Phillips pressed the probe gently against my stomach. The cold metal sent a shiver through me, but I stayed still, eyes locked on the machine’s screen.

Then he closed the door and left the room. Selina sat beside Lester, who was sitting on the sofa crossing his legs with a glass of wine in his hand. He was wearing a black satin nightgown, and the straps were loosely open. Her heart suddenly races as she felt heat rise from her core looking at his exposed chest. She couldn't take her eyes off him, mesmerized by his perfectly muscular body.

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

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.

I humored her as I was busy with the research I was doing on a rural place of south Asia. An hour passed by when I heard sound of footsteps approaching me and I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Eva and I was sure of that she got bored waiting for me to catch her as she was always the one to soak in attention which I was never afraid to give because who won't when they have something so precious going on. Her arms wrapped around me, letting me have a feel of her breasts. I guess, she thought it was a better idea to arouse me to forgive her which was clearly working and I was not one to complain. I would take any chance to have her closer to me.