Head And The Heart Another Story Novels & Stories

The glittering heart was now nestled just above my cleavage. "Perfect," he said after turning me around to face him. I grinned and hugged him burying my face in his chest. He hugged me back tightly. That was our first and last Valentine's day. To be continued...

“No… no – “ Heart muttered as he wobbly walked down the street while holding her head. Her face is extremely pale. Some people who passed by her asked her in concern if she needed help. But she just shook her head and continued walking unsteadily. Heart knows that there are good and bad people. The bad people are those who she cursed as their punishment, while the good people are like the people that she passed by, feeling concerned for her. But she believed that there are more good people than bad people in this world. Why is that? Was Spade really right when he told her that she was brainwashed? She can’t help but recall what Spade told her earlier when she went to see him earlier after sh

Inside the room, Anahita's mind listened to his instructions and she lay down on the moving bed. "Good night sweet heart ..." The mind heard the same sweet voice to which it was subject and the heart ... The heart had promised obedience at first sight but Anahita was unaware. He was also unaware that he had not been able to make any weapon to control the heart. He did not know that no weapon was needed to control the heart. If it wants, it can put the king on the tip of his shoe and if it wants, it can make the poor king of his kingdom. It is captured by the eyes, not by the weapons. That is why anger has been commanded to end love. That is, lower your gaze as soon as you come in front of th

Ana said, rubbing her back gently, “ Are you crying? “ She asked softly. “ Um no, I’m just reading.” She replied smilingly in pretence. “ Is it a love story? Your smile says otherwise,” Ana chuckled, drumming her fingers against her back. “ What do you think is more important before falling in love – a good heart or a beautiful face? “ She asked her, hoping to change the subject. Though, her mind kept drifting back to the image of his handsome face and his well-built muscular body. “His pocket, then his face, I’m not certain about the heart thing,” She replied.

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

Sharper. Someone I wasn’t sure I ever truly knew. I leaned my head against the window frame and exhaled. Maybe this was what being a Delwunco meant never knowing the full story. Always smiling while shadows moved in the background. I thought I had walked into a marriage. Maybe I walked into a whole other world instead. One I didn’t understand. And one Ruben might never let me understand. But I had to try. Because whatever game he was playing… I had a feeling the stakes were higher than I thought.

Roman's heart wouldn't stop throbbing as he rushed for the door. He suddenly developed a headache. It couldn't be true. He just didn't want to believe that something so tragic as that had happened to him. He couldn't imagine being bankrupt and turning poor. His headached thinking about it and the more his heart banged in his chest like it was about to burst out.

his hand reach mine and place it right at his beating faster of a heart. He smiled and I can only felt how strange it was that his beat of a heart is dreading me, but at the same time find me interesting. There's something came to mind, and how the heart can fool a person in any way. But his heart is beating, while behind my head is something that I can't believe exist of existence that has no heartbeat at all! “I see,” I muttered and slowly lifted my head. The sky is no way of bright at the summit, but everyone at the surface will thought differently.

"Listen to me. Just do your job and we'll forget this ever happened. "You've been here for seven years. Even if you haven't achieved much, you've put in the effort. The company won't mistreat you." As he spoke, he even reached out as if to pull me up. I felt sick to my stomach and shoved him away. I barely used any force, but he performed like an award-winning actor, rolling on the ground and lightly bumping his head against the edge of a desk. Chase hit his head, and Scarlett looked more heartbroken than if she had been the one injured. She rushed forward, cradled his head, and stroked it gently.

But we're smiling as we untangle ourselves, as we return to the chaos of new parenthood, as we choose each other again and again and again. Because some hearts surrender. Some hearts break. Ours? We built a family from the shattered pieces. And that's worth every sleepless night, every moment of doubt, every second of terror that brought us here. Two Weeks Later The invitation arrives on cream cardstock, embossed gold lettering that makes Emma squeal when she sees it: You are invited to witness Aurelius & Seraphina Kingsley Renew their vows One year after choosing each other Proof that hearts that refuse to surrender