Heart Her Novels & Stories

| had gotten so used to the fact that | was simply irresistible. But what disturb me the most is that new girl, she is different, Her aura is different and she is like a closed book I am dying to read. She isn't like some other girl at the school throwing themselves at me, she is different and it feels like my charms have almost no effect on her. She fascinate me with every action of her and now, I just want to clear my head... My hands were aching to punch something and let all my stress out. | had walked in ready to relax when a sight | saw made me stop.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

“ She has a hole in her heart , she has a heart condition and she isn't supposed to be here at any time . Because any stress could lead to her passing out , and that is what we are trying to avoid , because there is still no heart donor for her , and even though we are number 10 on the list I don’t think it’s going to be our turn anytime soon . Dante walked away , while I watched his retreating figure from where I stopped . She had a fucking heart disease .

He towered over her, his presence overwhelming, his gaze fixed on her every movement. She reached out and gently took his hand. Before he could react, she placed it against her chest. Her heartbeat thudded beneath his palm—strong, steady, undeniable. She looked up at him, eyes shining. “You would hate me,” she said softly, painfully, “because of the very heart beating in my chest.” She swallowed. “And the person it once belonged to.” The room went still.

I only have one heart to love one person. It it shouts his name, Zeke.

Although she had told herself that she would rather drown than take help from this man, her heart raced uncontrollably in her chest, unwilling to depart from this earth and leave her kids behind. His hold on her felt like a touch of flame, discarding the cold she felt instantly. “I think it’s high time we discard that little pride of yours. You’ve been in here far long enough, and any longer would result in you getting a fever, not to mention you drowning.” His words had her heart stuttering. She didn’t remember being diagnosed with any heart disease of any kind, so she really didn’t know why her heart kept acting up around him. Her body ached from being held in this position, and the cold s

as she peers at me through her lashes. I glance in her direction, my fury giving way to disbelief. "How did you find out about my heart condition?" Her gaze darts to my mahogany side table's drawer, "I noticed the herbs inside." I am aware of Foxglove's actions. I try not to smile. Only Macy would know that about me, of course. "Excellent. My heart was quite weak when I was born, and it has never grown stronger. I run the danger of developing heart failure if I overdo my fitness regimen or simply if I'm under a lot of stress. On other occasions, I simply get random attacks and then have to find a splinter in a moonstone. I'm shocked that I haven't had punctured a hole in my shoulder from all

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."