Head And The Heart Another Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

That in some small way they’re a healing balm, a tiny start at making me feel whole again. I wrap myself in him, pushing my head against his chest and listen to the sound of his heart, beating faster than usual, his breath labored. My story has affected him physically, his body tense. I know he’s mulling it all over, disgusted with what he’s heard but not at me.

Alima POV I stood in front of the Alpha’s door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to face him. But I had no choice. He had requested to see me. My mind kept spinning with questions I didn’t have answers to. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I hesitated, then raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. I waited, biting my lip nervously. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. My breath quickened as I raised my hand a third time, then his voice sounded.

I breathed a sign of relief as I heard, no felt a thud on the floor next to me. I was temporarily deaf. The pounding of my heart fueled the high amounts of adrenaline running through my veins, creating a dull roar in my head, an endless pulsing wave rolling back and forth, blocking out all other sounds around me. My heart beat was strong, albeit a little too loud and unnecessarily quick at the moment.

*** Warning contains triggers A GROWING HEART The stranger draws closer and closer while I willed my beating heart to quite down. A friend calls to him in some strange language, and he gestures for them to join him, both now on my tail. I blink rapidly, a headache pounding in my ears, my breaths sharp. When both walk pass me seraching for something else, I can't stop the sweat from running down my forehead. The heat is driving me crazy from where I stand and I fear that it will reach the house soon. There's frustration building in my heart thinking of all the work we've done and in vain too.

"Is there something you want to talk about? Is there something bothering you?" I inhaled a deep breath, I was looking straight into his eyes, the comfort they held made me want to spill everything to him but my brain was against my heart. It knew better, it knew without proof, not even my shadow would believe me and Alpha was stuck in the rotting place because of me, the last thing I needed was to make him worried about something like this. I shook my head in a no, "I...I heard stories about the pack and I just got worried...that's all."

It had tried to write a story about gods. And forgot that gods choose who they love. The Heart shattered. Not into silence. Into possibility.

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.

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AYRA’S POV: I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegat

Natasha and Mandy comforted cherry. "See you soon love." Damon winked and moved away. "See you never," Natasha murmured. "Does he even have a heart?" Asked Natasha. "Well, one made of stone," replied Cherry. "You okay? " asked Mandy. "Yeah! Maybe" said Cherry, looking at his reflection on a classroom window nearby. He got a blue mark on his face where Damon punched him. "So in this Damon clutter forgot to ask how do you guys know each other," said Mandy.