Head And The Heart Another Story Novels & Stories

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."

Her eyes told him she meant what she said. He smiled gently at her, but inside his evil heart was laughing evilly. He then hugged her in his arms. She hugged him back with a happy smile on her face. The sun who was watching them from the window sighed at Aurora's stupidity. Aurora didn't realize she was hugging the evil demon who wanted her head so badly. ********

Wayne felt as though a knife were carving straight into his heart. He refused to believe it. An act? If it was all an act, then what had he done these past months for Alma? He had taken from me the one thing my mother had left behind. He allowed Alma to hurt BunBun to the point of death. He even sided with Alma without question, pinning me down in the pond and nearly drowning me. Wayne did not dare to think any further. Fear crept in, inch by inch, swallowing his heart whole. He could not help but cover his face and sob quietly, only realizing what had truly happened later.

The kind that didn’t just enter your orbit — he made you aware you were already in his. She angled toward the bar, fingers brushing the satin clutch at her side. If Leo noticed, he didn’t show it. But Cass knew better. Men like him noticed everything. Cass offered a polite, noncommittal smile. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the story,” she said, keeping it vague. “Stories make the world go round, Ms…?” Grant—his name stitched into his leather portfolio—leaned in. She sipped her drink before answering. “Blake. Cassandra Blake.” One of her safe, untraceable names.

"This is the 99th time you got 'cold feet', so when will we attempt another escape to round it up to 100? "You never wanted to marry me in the first place, did you, Xavier? You've just been toying with me this whole time." Xavier's eyes widened, and shame welled up in him when he realized Aurora had seen through his plans. "I… That's not true. You know how much I love you, Rory." Aurora let out a self-deprecating laugh. "And yet… your love isn't even enough to save our baby." Her face was ashen as she rested a hand on her stomach, as if bidding the baby that had been in there farewell.

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Silence follows, heavy on the skin. “But,” I continue, stepping even closer, “I can come back. Often. And I can listen. I can learn your stories. I can teach my children, when I have them, to listen too.” I reach out, not touching the Heart, but holding my hand toward its light. “The thread doesn’t have to be short and tight. It can be long and strong. If we both hold on.” Now the cave grows quieter. As the Heart beats, it thinks. Then stillness returns.

The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

Had been preparing us for it. The voice spoke only four words. Four words that seemed to resonate through the entire city. Through every lantern. Through every story. Through every road. > The heart remembers you. Silence. Absolute silence. The city glowed. The staircase waited. The heartbeat echoed through the depths. And for the first time in centuries— the hidden heart of Lumora was ready to tell its story. ✨