Novel & Cerita Heart Tales

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

"You do have an incision on your chest, but it appears you never received a heart transplant. Also, you have recently been using large doses of cardiac pain medication. Your heart is already overburdened and at the end of its strength. Our recommendation is that for this month, you take only basic medication and go see the people you want to see." I tried to process the doctor's words. In the end, I felt helpless, as if I were drowning. "I was lied to. Tara Wells was hired by Joanna. She has been lying to me. Joanna lied to me. She said the surgery succeeded, but she pushed me onto a dead end. She gave me hope, then let me fall into despair. Why? Why would Joanna do this to me?" The blows ca

“The princesses are awake… finally, we had to wait two hours after bringing you here, the other one who is fairer and scary looking announced, moving slowly towards them. Grinda caught Tahlia in a tight hug and rubbed her back to comfort her, Tahlia was breathing strangely like someone who is under a heart attack. The two men continued to approach them without caring about what was happening. “She's having a heart attack!” She heard Grinda yell at them, but she heard it faintly, the fear of the six naked men crowding her senses before it finally stopped her racing heart. Once again the darkness took over, for the second time that night. Tahlia gave in to the heart attack.

I saw it. The heartbeat. Fast and furious and alive. Something cracked inside my chest. Something I'd been holding together since the moment I signed that contract. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. I didn't wipe them away. "The heartbeat is strong," Dr. Hayes said. "Faster than typical for four weeks, but —" She tilted her head. "But there's something else." "What?" Kael's voice was rough. Dr. Hayes zoomed in. The image blurred, then sharpened.

FEAR. A strong, uncontrollable and unpleasant emotion caused by actual or perceived danger or threat. This was all Dylan Blake could feel as he opens his eyes while expecting an excruciating pain from his chest area, in particular, his heart. He was naturally born with a weak heart but the accident he was in a week ago proved that the fact that he was alive was a miracle to him. As his eyes closed, having been on life support machine for days while waiting for a donor, all he could think of was dying in the hand of his lover but who was he kidding. She wasn’t present next to him at that moment, she wasn’t even in existence anymore. The accident had taken her life and left him in solitude and

I spun around, grabbing her by the elbows to steady her. She looked at me, a tear tracking through the mud on her cheek. "My heart, Zara… there’s an ache. A sharp, burning pain." She gripped my forearm, her fingers digging in. "It’s your father. Every time he’s in trouble, every time his heart struggles, I feel it. It’s happening again, Zara. He’s having a heart attack. I know it. My wolf is restless."

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

Things were like that. "Well... all the things I've heard about you agree on the women," I inserted the key into the lock. My parents were already home, and they had left the mailbox open. "Apparently you prefer to sleep with girls you're sure won't get attached to you," I turned the key, and raised my other hand to caress his chin with my nails. It was sharp, and tense. He had his eyes locked on mine, and I wished I could read his thoughts at that moment. "Does Jax Jones fear relationships?"

"I thought you loved me, but I think you made a fool of the love we share, I have never loved anyone the way I love you but you choose to pay me back in such a mean way". "How can you be so heartless"? Samantha was cut short by the sound of the phone ringing on her bed. It was the Managing Director at work calling her but she needed to sort the issue between her and Greg before it gets out of hand.

That night Mahira and Tazz both had a restless night, one with anxiety and other with excitement, only fate knew the game it was to play with two innocent hearts the next day. One in Pain, one in Pleasure, how can one same heart have two feelings in it... All Hearts !!