Good Night With Hearts Novels & Stories

He shyly lies next to him and takes a deep breath as his heart doesn't stop pounding fast inside his ribcage. "It's late already," whispers Grayson, seeing that's it's already past midnight. "Good night, Kian," he turns off the light and covers them with a warm blanket. Kian smiles when the smell of wood mixed with Grayson's cologne caress his nostrils. The moonlight offers them a little brightness in the room, and the wind sings them a lullaby to help them sleep. Kian's heart almost stops when he feels Grayson's hands around his waist. He hugs him tight from behind, placing his legs between his own and resting his chin on his shoulder. Kian sighs when his warmth envelopes his body. "Good ni

My heart does something it shouldn’t. He doesn’t say anything else. Just a quiet, “Goodnight, Vi,” and then the line goes dead.

I'm so screwed how do I tell him I forgot I had something like that in my possession and to think he came all the way here to get it. "It's fine if you don't have it yet, but make sure to get it ready by tomorrow. It's my favorite" He ends and walks away. I Puff in relief. How did he let me off the hook so easily? He turns around again and walks in my direction. My heart is almost bursting out of my chest. He pins me to the wall as soon as he gets to where I am standing and draws his face closer to mine, staring deeply at my eyes and I close my eyes trembling. What is he thinking?

For now, let's relax and sleep, ok. He said and kissed her forehead, then her nose and lips before pulling her head near his heart and closing his eye. Crystal couldn't do anything now. She was wide awake in Landon's arm throughout the night. She was listening to Landon's calm heartbeat. "I am sorry, baby. I hope you can forgive me," She said before getting up. She covered him with a blanket and checked the time. She wrote him a letter kissed his forehead, and walked out of the room with tears filled eyes. She will remember this day throughout her life.

she whispered. “I don’t either,” Henry replied, voice cracking. They stood facing each other, two broken hearts bound by the same ghost. Outside, the last ray of sunlight faded, leaving the room in twilight. And in that twilight, a new silence settled between them, one heavier, deeper, and more intimate than ever before. The silence between two hearts. Elena suddenly remember how she dead!

The glass doors of the Langford Hotel opened with a hush, releasing the faint scent of polished marble and lilies into the evening air. Cass stepped inside, heels clicking too sharply in the vast lobby. She smoothed her silk dress—soft, fluid, her unspoken armor for the night.

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

With bright lights and colorful decorations everywhere, it was obvious this was the room of an affluent, affectionate couple. Camille no longer felt sad. After calmly liking the post, she put her phone away and focused on what was in front of her. After many days of work—handling paperwork and signing agreements—Camille finally secured funding for the education of girls in the impoverished mountain area, ensuring it would reach Violetwood Village. That day, Camille received another message from Jameson. [Camille, when are you coming back? We’ve never been apart for this long. I miss you. I’ve prepared a surprise for you, and I’m sure you’ll love it. Please come back soon.]

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

"Where is he now?" I patted Nathan's head. "Up there, among the stars." Nathan seemed to understand. "It's alright, ma'am. You've been so kind to me, so I'll visit you and keep you company." Eventually, he got tired and curled up beside me like a kitten, falling asleep before long. I pressed my ear against his chest, listening to my son's healthy heart pounding powerfully inside his chest. At that very moment, the seething hatred inside me subsided, as I realized that this might be Stan's last gift to me, so that I didn't go astray because of hatred.