Coming To My Heart Novels & Stories

“Well, I don't know, Angel, I think it's true what Bella said. I talk about you too often, Angel, maybe that's what bothered her ….” “And why do you talk about me so often, Rain?” Rain's eyes turned serious. “Maybe without realizing it, you are always in my heart, Angel.” This time Angel's heart actually rippled. Rain seemed to want to reveal something to her, the man looked serious, staring at Angel with his deep eyes. Is Rain … did Rain imply that Angel is in his heart? That now somehow the man began to realize that Angel had probably been stuck in his heart and waiting to be acknowledged?

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

Why did I ever think the way he cornered me was charming? Why, oh why, did I ever fall in love with him? I regretted it. God, how I regretted it. I couldn't make a sound. I thought I would die in this brutal assault. I don't know how many blows I took, or how long it lasted. A sliver of gray light filtered in through the broken window on the warehouse roof. The dawn fell on my face. That faint warmth was a cruel reminder that I was still breathing. Buzz— A vibration came from my coat pocket.

She stepped back slightly. “You mean the artificial heart?” “Yes.” Her fingers curled. “So it is still doing something?” Adrian nodded again. “More than that.” Silence. Anna’s voice dropped. “What else?” Adrian hesitated. Then said quietly, “It is responding to me too.” That made her stop completely. “…what?” Adrian looked at her. “When I am close to you, my readings change.” Silence. Anna stared at him. “…that is not possible.” “It is happening,” he said.

To Vivienne. Boom. Boom. The heartbeat came from inside her chest.

Thinking if it helps my brain cells, calm my nerves a bit, while I return, getting into his bed. It takes a few minutes, but then, I hear the door click. His monitor beeps, as the door drifts, presenting his face to my eyes. My heart jumps, as much as it goes calm. Seeing him drains all my anxiety, as I rise up speedily, dashing towards him.

“You’re not going through life without me. Not ever.” Her hand went to his chest, feeling the thump of his heart under her fingers. “I trust you,” she whispered. “Good,” he said. “Because I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever.”

Maeve, what makes you think your past relationship would affect our future? He looked at me with an unwavering gaze. "I missed the years before I met you, but for every moment I wasn't there, I'll spend a lifetime loving you to make up for it." The warmth emanating from his palm conveyed a strong sense of determination and security. My heart couldn't help but melt at his passionate words as well. He stared at me, his eyes oozing with affection. "Don't see this as just a marriage of convenience. Instead, I want to know how you really feel. Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Four soft tones. Like a heartbeat. Like a countdown. Like the sound of something trying to remember its name.

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.