Deep In My Heart Novels & Stories

“You want to be stronger,” the deep voice rung in everyone's ear. From the one at the deepest of the sea, drowning, to the one in the state of deep slumber, gaming, the voice vibrated through the deepest of their system. “Stood high and I'll grant the wishes in the deepest of your soul!”

And, make me the only occupant in your heart. ***

With all my love, O.J❤️❤️💡

Deeply. To be continued...

Lucas glanced at me but didn't make a move. Wendy hesitated for a moment and then released her grip, looking somewhat embarrassed. The "Heart of the Ocean" ultimately ended up in my pocket. At the post-auction gathering, it seemed Wendy still couldn't fully grasp her position. She walked over gracefully and softly called out, “Director White.” I didn't even look at her, placing the blue diamond in a crimson velvet box. Seeing that I was ignoring her, Wendy forced a smile. She tilted the highball glass in her hand slightly.

said Eva with tears in her eyes. I felt my heart break as she left. She was supposed to call her mom to pick her up and she didn't call her, she was just walking as if her heart had been cut out. It started to rain and the street to get out of my housing development was long. From the door I could see her farther and farther away and I felt less and less like walking.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

He held his daughter first. Small. Fragile. Perfect. He didn’t move. Just stared. Tears spilled. “I didn’t know,” he whispered. Elena, exhausted, smiling: “Know what?” “That it would feel like this.” His voice cracked. “Like my heart is outside my body.” Sophia watched. She held the baby boy — warm, quiet, one tiny hand curled around her finger. And she felt it. Love. Deep. Tender. Overwhelming. But not like Nathan’s.

His voice deep and desperate. “Anne. Look at me. Tell me what you feel. Not what destiny demands. Not what fear tells you. Tell me your truth.” I met his eyes. Everything inside me broke open. My truth burst through tears and trembling breath. “I love you.” The courtyard stilled. His body froze. His wolf surged like sunlight breaking through storm. He stepped forward, one hand rising to cup my cheek, the other at the small of my back, pulling me closer inch by trembling inch.

And somewhere deep inside the shared heartbeat, something tightens in anticipation.