Heart Kingdom Hearts Novels & Stories

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

he said, and I bit my lower lip. “Is it because you don´t want me? Will it hurt?” I mumbled, feeling hurt. “You know why they call us heartless monsters?” He asked and I shook my head. “They call us that becuase we don´t have a beating heart, and every time I am with you...” he paused, took my hand, and placed it over the left side of his chest. I could feel the pounding of a beating heart, cold and harsh... but it was there...

She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart." Parker tried to deceive herself, pretending not to be curious about what was happening on the show and who Nicholas would choose to eliminate that night. She briefly flipped through other channels but ended up returning to the fateful 39. As much as she knew about the happenings in the mansion, thanks to having to at least glance over the articles written by Sharon and Sunshine, seeing was different, and yes, she was quite curious.

Amelia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “Because every researcher and witch I have spoken to say if this Heavenly Heart truly existed and was as powerful as I’m claiming, it would be almost impossible to take the heart and keep it beating once it leaves its vessel. It would be easier if it was an immature heart and in the vessel of an infant. Still filled with light and purity. But it’s since aged and is even more powerful than we could ever imagine. Only the most elite and strongest beings on the earth can successfully take this heart out,” Penny scoffed. Amelia gasped.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

“How can I live without my heart?” Lucian tightened his arms around her, pulling her so close against his chest that there wasn't a breath of space left between them. The heavy, possessive rhythm of his heartbeat thudded solid and unbroken against her cheek, a reassuring drumbeat in the quiet sanctuary of their room. He pressed a long, fervent kiss into her tangled hair, his hand sliding up her spine to cup the back of her head, anchoring her to him.

Wolves screamed throughout the mountain as synchronization bonds ruptured violently across the packs, and for one horrifying moment it felt less like a city collapsing and more like a living creature dying from the inside out. The Heart was awake. Not partially. Not responding. Awake. Its gigantic silver eye rotated slowly within the cracked sphere while endless black veins spread across its surface like living roots. Every emotion flooding the sanctuary fed directly into it now. Fear. Rage. Obsession. Grief. Love. Despair. The Heart consumed all of it greedily, pulsing brighter each second while reality itself distorted around the throne. And its attention remained fixed entirely on Ronan a

“I do not know how to stop it.” The words were so quiet only I should have heard them. The bond carried them anyway. My chest tightened. “Then we stop it together.” His eyes opened. Silver. Not fully. But enough. I slid my hand from his face to his chest, pressing against the glow of the Heart. This time, I did not command it. I did not beg. I listened. Beneath the Crown’s hunger, beneath Damien’s magic, beneath the rage, the Heart was beating. Weak.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.