Heart To Heart Book Novels & Stories

The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

Then, he continued, "Her heart was donated to Miss Yvette. The donor's family we were trying to find back then was you, sir." Joseph seemed unable to bear such a huge blow. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground. Yvette also looked shocked. "The person who donated their heart to me was my own sister…" There was an unprecedented emptiness and despair in Joseph's eyes. "Why is it her? How did it turn out like this? Did I kill my own sister?" he asked. His assistant shook his head. "No, sir. Miss Wendy was dying. She willingly asked the doctor to give her heart to Miss Yvette. Everything was her choice," the assistant replied.

She nodded and smiled brightly. "And I can't believe you have finally grown into a woman and you will be doing what adults do." She said making me chuckle. "Mom, " I waved her off and blushed. "Don't make me cry." "If you let a tear slip from your eyes ehn, I will beat devil that wants to ruin your glamorous makeup out of you." She threatened and the door finally opened. The book of love by Peter Gabriel served the speakers with his alluring and intoxicating voice and with one heavy exhale, I walked in following the pace of my mother who led me towards the aisle.

Just us—choosing each other, building a family, refusing to surrender to fear or trauma or every voice that said this was impossible. Some hearts break. Some hearts surrender. Ours? We built an empire from the shattered pieces. And the heart that wouldn't surrender finally learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be loved exactly as you are. THE END

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

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.

When he didn't look at her, Samantha decided to get up, maybe he said everything while drank, he must have forgotten his words from last night. Samantha felt her heart contrict painfully. Why would she love him that much when he never really cared for her feelings. When will she ever receive that special and soft treatment from him. Her heart yearned for love and adoration, but her husband, he got a heart of stone, never really letting her express all her feelings, Samantha could only wish for someone she would pour all her heart to, one who would be enthusiastic to share this life with her. " Samantha.." Eliot's deep voice stopped her in her tracks. Her heart skipped as she stood still, wai

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.

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.

I sighed in relief and turned around to the bookshelf, "I must be fast." I approached the books and began to read the text on them. "Let me help you a bit", the bird told me and then flew close to the books. "Among these books, there is a book named Heart of Crystals. Find that book, it will guide you." " Thanks for telling me that but it would be great if you had told me about how to solve these puzzles", I told it and continued solving the puzzle.