Head And The Heart Another Story Novels & Stories

‘I was wondering if you have an extra heart, for mine was just stolen. -----Anonymous -----

His forehead creased in confusion. “We never got married.” It was just a simple four-word phrase, yet it was so inflicting. It was like a bomb exploding in his ear. It was as if a bomb just exploded in his ear. Fred scoffed. “Want some more?” He took the silence as a sign to continue.

All she could do was sit there, her heart pounding in her chest as she drove straight ahead with her mind in shambles. 'There was no way.....' a small voice whispered in her head. 'It was just not possible,' the voice whispered again as her eyes stung with tears, struggling to process the information she'd just heard.

And more importantly, what else was he concealing about her father? She hung up, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Vincent’s words replayed in her mind— “You never know who might be watching”—the veiled threat wasn’t lost on her. Her gaze fell to the scar below her collarbone, which burned faintly, as if reminding her of the cost of misplaced trust. If Vincent had betrayed her… if he had used her father, twisted him into something unrecognizable, she wouldn’t hesitate to end him. No matter what they’d shared.

—Like what? —For example, instead of ending an everyday existence, you can save it, he pronounces, making it sound excessively simple and at the same time excessively confusing. Something like this may help, albeit briefly. In any case, the genuine clash you currently have is between your head and your heart, he clarifies. Your head, your head realizes that the main misdeed you did was to survive. Nevertheless. Your heart? Your heart actually thinks it was murder. So I guess you need to make your heart find your head.

He shook his head dumbly in denial, "The gate will open on its own when either warrior loses," Roley angrily kicked the protective veil, "She's already lost, her heart has been thrown on the floor stage. How can she live on?" Hana quietly picked up the heart that Roley had thrown down the stage in her hands, she watched the steady beating of her heart exclaim, "This is the heart of a healthy person."

I placed my palm on my forehead in frustration as I realized that I was coming down with a serious headache. BOOK 2: MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

She splashed it on me without even asking for the story. The scalding liquid rained down my head and streamed down my shoulders. My skin screamed in agony, but that was not enough for her. Her hand flew across my face with a sharp crack. "What is wrong with you? Get your head checked! Don't go after my guest!" Her eyes were filled with disgust, and my heart shouted out in pain. Tears trickled down my cheeks. This woman was the one I used to treasure, the one I swore I'd protect with my life. Perhaps I had never known her at all.