Deep In My Heart Novels & Stories

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

Because releasing her, he stepped back and said, rather hoarsely to be sure, "Let's go to bed now, I'm aware we both tired." Weak as water, she clutched the back of a nearby chair and nodded. She couldn't have spoken if her life depended on it. Although she hated him too much, she remained trapped in his aura. Her body still hummed. Her breasts ached. Moisture, warm and heavy, seeped between her thighs.

He let out a blood curdling scream as the agony of desire raged through his tormented body. His breathing became shallow and his skin pasty as he closed the distance. With waning strength he collapsed at the base of the door, managing to push it forward and his eyes feasted on the images he saw. The old world was calling him. Fake promises, deception. Let go, Finn! Give in!

"Please find another person" Nixon replied as Luna strolled toward him and kisses him right in front of Diana. After kissing him she stares at Diana badly and drags Nixon away. Diana's eyes and heart were so depressed, she felt so vulnerable. "Almighty! why are things often turning around on me..." "Why is this happening to me, am just so vulnerable to heart breaks" "Maybe am not destined to be with any man, I internally feel so lonely, always" "I thought that this one would be the perfect person for me"

Yes, I’m a masochist. I think about my cousins and remember the sleep-overs, outings and the game nights, I remember my first day in school there, I remember all the children in our neighbourhood being this huge group of friends and how we'd never get bored. I squeeze my eyes shut, but this time, I let the tears flow, and thankfully, the lights on the plane go dim. Nobody can see me crying then. And I want to cry because keeping it all in makes my throat hurt- like there’s a huge rock in it that is being scraped against my windpipe and it’s not a very pleasant feeling.

She didn't know why suddenly her heart beat fast and somehow there was this familiarity in what he said. “Laters Love…” She repeated that in her mind. Isn’t ‘Love’ was his endearment to his late wife Maridel? And because of that thinking, it seems that there was a tiny pinch in her heart that she felt. Ah! Whatever! Maybe she’s thinking too much! She decided to stop thinking for now. For today, what she knows is she’s happy about what is going on between her and Syke. Moments later, before she knew it, they were already entering a certain orphanage named “Little Angels Home”. Even though she’s wondering why they are going there, Wevz did not dare to ask and just shut her mouth for now.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I felt my knees trembling in nervousness. This was the moment I’d dreaded: the start of my misery. How I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. Death felt preferable to marrying a stranger, to facing a future I couldn't even imagine.

I listen, and she says, "Jade, sweetheart, please call me once you get this message. It's an emergency." Unwilling to accept the lie, I don't call her back but jump into my car and drive to Deep Woods. I'm parked in front of Tristan's mansion. With the lights off in my car, I stare at this massive dark edifice, overwhelmed with fear. But I need to see him.

Carly nearly fainted when she heard what Tae Hee had to say , at first she was shocked and then she slowly transited to anger " Why ?! , Why?! , Why?! " she screamed " Why does she get to have him but I don't , What does she have that I don't ?!" She began to fling things across the room , destroying vases , breaking the mirror and scattering everything in sight as her parents and the maids banged on her door

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.