Head And The Heart Another Story Novels & Stories

There were countless people who genuinely loved my music. While recording a new piece with the children, Ivy suddenly stormed into the farm. She looked like a madwoman, shouting and screaming. "Judy! So it's you! You're actually alive! Do you have any idea how many people cursed me out because of your death? My husband left me, William won't look at me, and even our parents wish I were dead! "I thought my husband would forgive me if I gave birth to the baby, but it's all your fault! When William heard your piece, he pushed me away like he was possessed, and I lost my baby!

Her voice was rushed and tearful, dripping with a kind of desperation that made her sound pitiful. "Can't you just stop being mad at me?" Then, through the phone, I heard the faintest sound of heavy breathing. My grip on the phone tightened, and I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on over there?" "It's... it's nothing," she stammered shakily. Before she could finish, a muffled groan burst through the line. My head felt like it was about to explode. I could practically paint the picture in my mind. There she was, apologizing to me, yet her body was betraying her words, lost in the arms of another guy.

’ She asked herself, and she didn’t get any response from her brain or maybe because it was frozen or boiled at the moment because of her mixed emotion. “Oh, I was about to come over. You have to attend the assembly right? I’ll accompany you there if you want.” Audrey smiled politely. Although her heart was beating so rapidly, she couldn’t let it do what it wanted. After all, the last time she let it free, her world turned upside down, and she also had a glimpse of the dark future awaiting her. Nah, she couldn’t let her heart rule over her body. The best way to beat someone you love who didn’t love you back was to have a loving brain to rule and a smart heart to dictate. “About last night…”

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.

The reasons for the broken marriage would be revealed in the next part. The second part of this book is named, Yearning Hearts and is ongoing, currently. If you haven't read my other stories then please do give them a try as well. I would be really grateful. Thank You, Shrishtee

My heart was saying yes but my head says no and being the stubborn me,I refused to listen to my heart but to my head. She raised up her head all of a sudden and I was shocked to see her pale face but I didn't show it, I keep my face straight without no emotion,I wanted to talk to her but I can't find the right word to say because I'm afraid, I may say something I might regret later, so I kept my mouth shut instead. Yes, it's better I keep my mouth shut, though I'm angry with her at the moment but that doesn't mean, I didn't love. I loved her so much and that's why it's hurting.

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.

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

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.