Novel & Cerita Heart Her

“Нow cаn you be sо surе? For all wе knоw, shе cоuld be eхactly likе hеr.” “No, she won’t,” mom says, her voice sounds like she is getting annoyed by my objection. “I wоuldn’t suggеst this if I didn’t think it wаs the best thing for you. Lylah’s daughter is everything Veronica isn’t. Shе’s genuine, cаring, and—”

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"We've been together for five years. You can't do this to me. I love you!" "You love me?" I laughed, as if I had just heard the biggest joke in the world. I stood and walked up to her. "Yvonne, you don't love me. You love who I am and the benefits it could bring you. Unfortunately for you, you were blind and didn't see it." Her body trembled violently, and her face turned even paler. My words seemed to have struck a nerve. "No. That's not it…" she stammered. "I was just… I had a momentary lapse of judgment! I wanted success too badly. I wanted to give you a better life."

Her heart thudded. “I’m sorry. He's dead.”

Her eyes told him she would sacrifice anything for him. He stared at her with tears filling his eyes. He pretended to be touched. "Why? Why are you so kind to me while others don't care about me at all?" he asked sadly and also gratefully. She paused, staring at him with teary eyes. "Because you already have my heart," she said from the bottom of her heart. He smiled, pretending that he was the happiest man in the world. He caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead gently, making her heart flutter with fireworks above her head.

Four Years Ago Noah's POV: Hearing the bell going off, I stood up from my chair as my back made a cracking sound. I did not even realize for how long I was sitting in front of my desktop. As I checked who it was, it turned out to be Eva, my girlfriend of five years. Opening the door, I welcomed her in the apartment we share together and she stared at me with a face which said she could murder a person right here out of rage. What got her in a knot today!!

The simple, modern design was slowly adorned with her favorite decorations, and it started to feel like home. As she looked at the house that was nearly finished being decorated, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness. Matthew was from a different generation than her. Since she was young, she had only ever felt reverent toward him. Now, she was about to marry a man like him. After returning home, a maid handed her an auction invitation card along with an auction catalog. With no interest in going, she just flipped through the catalog until the very end. Just then, a men's watch caught her eye. The watch was named "Eternal Love", symbolizing unwavering love until death. It was

I find it hard to breathe because of how close he is to me. My heart races and my breath hitches as he moves closer and closer. I find myself closing my eyes and leaning back on the sofa set as he brushes against me. I know this is wrong, but how can I resist him? I can't seem to hold onto my principles when he quickly breaks down my walls. His sweet, fiery kiss makes my heart flutter. My stomach churns as if his kiss is all I need right now.

She cheekily cleared to me, but I don’t see any connection to her heart issue. "Hayden, this is not a joke. Your heartbeat is too weak. From what I’ve heard from Henry, none of you get sick, meaning your heart should normally beat like any living creature, but yours indicates something bad. One mistake, it will lose its life. You’ll die.” I explained what she should be worrying about and not insisting on me being her Luna repeatedly. “Not as long as you’re here,” She softly said with her charming smile, making me glare. It was flattering, but that was not the case; I'm worried.