Coming To My Heart Novels & Stories

“All of that is going to wait...however nothing is stopping me from giving you a taste of the pleasure that is to come” Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest.

I say and let the adrenaline rush through my emotion thickened heart. The big day is approaching.

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

My heart began to beat faster. He came to me.

Something was coming, and my heart wasn’t ready. **********

"I'm here." Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside. Heavy. Deliberate. Coming closer. My heart sank

As the song changes, I put my hand on his and we saunter gently across the dance floor. There was a gentle melody. The meaning of every word in this song spoke directly to my soul. The realization that so much time had passed came to me when it was nearly midnight. As they arrived, our visitors presented us with presents and expressions of gratitude. My folks were nonetheless overjoyed for me even though they were hesitant. My brother Michael looked quite serious, but he said nothing. Seriously, I overheard my brother and Kent chatting. My anxiety levels rose. To a certain extent, my brother was overprotective. I let out a long breath of relief as I watched them shake hands. Kent and I went

Melissa's heart clenched as the memories of the secluded place she used to visit with Kaia and her dad resurfaced. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that this hidden haven held a profound significance for her daughter. The emotions, once buried deep within her heart, now flooded to the surface.

We need to talk. My heart raced, pounding in my chest. He was coming here to talk?