Freal Heart Novels & Stories

“ I know, my love. But I want you to stay in my room from now on. I want to see you every day, every minute, every second. I want to see your face when I wake up in the morning and I want to hold you in my arms every night.” Hearing his romantic lines, Danielle blushed and didn't say anymore. He laid her on his bed before he turned off the light. Then, he went to bed with her, holding her in his arms just like what he said. The night was silent and the only thing that can be around them were their heartbeats. One month had passed by, Danielle had almost fully recovered. She can move her left shoulder now. But the doctor told them to continue her medication and continue her physical daily exe

He played. "Swayer is sexy, irresistible, has a great body, and is the best fighter in the world!" | said loudly, the phrase echoing throughout the entire empty gym. He laughed and | poked his ribs. "You idiot." When he looked down, | swallowed. The fight was over, yes, but my heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Swayer's face hovered above mine and he slowly lost his smirk. All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face.

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

"I can marry you now. I can finally marry you!" However, Edward's face turned dark. He yanked his arm away. "Don't be ridiculous. You're still young, and you're my sister. How could I possibly marry you?" Tracy shook her head quickly, her excitement spilling over. "I'm not young. I'm seventeen. And I'm not even your real sister!" Her words hit like a thunderclap. Edward froze. Seventeen. Not a child anymore.

The question landed with more weight than I expected, and I took a long moment to actually consider it honestly, rather than offering the easy reassurance I might have given a few months earlier. "I'm happy," I said finally. "Not the easy kind. The kind that took real work to build, and that I'm still building, some days harder than others. But it's real, Dad. I promise you that." "Good," my father said, something visibly relieved in his posture. "That's all I actually wanted to know. The rest of it — the money, the company, even Vaughn's whole mess — none of that matters if the actual marriage underneath it isn't real."

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

My breathing slowed as I picked up the document with trembling hands and opened it. My gaze was unfocused. I had no idea what this feeling was, but it definitely wasn't anything comfortable. The videos... the document stated that they were both fake. Both the one that said Crystal stabbed Austin in an uncompleted building and the one that showed Crystal poisoning my mother... they were both faked. Who could have done these? Wait... didn't that mean... Was Crystal innocent? My heart thumped, and I paled. I felt my fingers turning cold as I shook my head, feeling a headache at the sudden news that crashed in like a tornado.

“ Forgive me for trespassing, it's just that you looked stressed”, Cole said, his arms still wrapped around me, his body moving a little bit to and fro as if he was dancing to a song. “ Apology accepted”, I said, smiling tiredly and resting my head on his shoulders. I miss it, resting my head on his shoulders and just listening to his heart beat. He had a different heart from what most people had; at least that was what I thought. The human heart was supposed to beat for about sixty-something a minute. I can't actually remember how many times exactly, but I was sure that it was more than sixty times. His heart was beating only fifty-nine in a minute, which to me, was abnormal. I had even tea

The rhythm of his strokes driving me into oblivion. My body was in an infinite submission to his saccharine assault, toes curling, back arching, fingers digging into his beastly back. We became a symphony of two bodies becoming one. His movement became jerky and we both went over the edge. He stilled inside me, whispering my name over and over. We were a tangled mess. There and then I realized Crest was a drug I couldn’t afford to quit ingesting. Later, when we curled up in bed, my head on his chest, his face was puzzled. I could hear his heart pounding.