Heart Won T Let Me Novels & Stories

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Pauline Ashby, my senior homeroom teacher, is extremely childish. She tends to decorate everything she owns in a childish style. Even the exam admission tickets she has prepared for our SATs are printed on pink paper. On top of that, she even pastes many cartoon stickers on them. "Pink is a great color! This color represents cute little girls like me! Just use these admission tickets when you're about to enter the exam venue! I'm very sure you'll definitely score top marks in the exam!" Upon realizing that Pauline is about to screw everyone over, I quickly call the head teacher. He rushes over and gives Pauline a good scolding before giving us the actual tickets, allowing us entry to the exam venue. Everyone in class completes their SATs at their own pace. In fact, my childhood friend, Caelum Thornley, and I even get into prestigious colleges thanks to our scores. But on the day our scores are announced, Pauline ascends to the rooftop while bawling like a baby. "I just wanted everyone to attend the entrance exam with cute pink admission tickets because the color can boost their mood! Why must Sienna tattle on me? "I did so much research just to pick out the prettiest shade of pink for everyone! I gave it my all to help everyone in the SATs!" As Pauline wipes her tears away with her sleeve, she accidentally steps on the hem of her long skirt, causing her to fall down the building. The next day, Caelum leads the entire class in tying me up and kidnapping me to the summit of a mountain, where they push me off the cliff. As such, all of my bones are shattered, and I die a painful death. "This is your fault for targeting Ms. Ashby! So what if we love using the pink admission tickets?" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the moment Pauline digs out the pink admission tickets. This time, I choose to keep my mouth shut.

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

Carl Anderson doesn't show up for our engagement party. I finally find him in a bar's private room after night has fallen. "I only think of her as a sister. Who would've expected her to want to latch onto me like that? There's no way I'll marry her in this lifetime!" He downs his drink. Later, when he and Angela Moran get married, he tells his friends to stop me at the entrance. He's afraid I'll crash his wedding and ruin it. "Keep an eye on Iris, guys. Don't let her crash the wedding!" he says. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I show up with Henry Moran. "Don't even dream of stepping in there, Iris!" Carl looks at me warily. "You're so rude! You have to call her Aunt Iris now!" Angela greets me warmly and leads me inside.

Chiara LaRosa's life is turned upside down when she is captured by someone she considers a mysterious and ruthless stranger but Massimo Scallise knows her, even better than she might know herself . Massimo is the son of a notorious Mafia boss. Massimo has been watching Chiara from the shadows for years, waiting for the perfect moment to claim her. Now, he's determined to make her his, no matter the cost. As Chiara becomes entangled in Massimo's dark world, she must confront the secrets of her own past and the true nature of her captor. Will she escape the clutches of the obsessive Massimo, or will she succumb to his twisted desires?

This story is about a girl who is basically a gold-digger from our perspective and she is. Nah, no sick parent who needs immediate surgery or anyone’s life was not endangered because of money. She just chose money and luxury when the other option was love and struggle. Let's name her Eva who had a man in her life, immensely in love with her. But the problem was, he didn’t see life through her eyes, like getting a secure job and slowly reaching to a position where they could have everything possible. He was more into adventure, moving from this destination to that when he had a huge student loan to pay off and an almost failing grade. So you can see where things started to fell off. So, enters a business magnet who had everything and more, Eva had ever dreamt for. Now, there were not any choice left, were there?

May's story is one of resilience and determination. After her mother's passing, she navigated a challenging home life, persevering to earn a degree from California State University. As she entered the workforce, May faced rejection and hardship, but found solace in her work as a barista. A traumatic encounter with her boss led her to redefine herself and land a job as personal assistant to the enigmatic James Lilion. As May navigates her new role, she's drawn into a world of mystery and intrigue. James's piercing gaze and sharp tongue make her heart skip a beat, but she's determined not to let her guard down. With each passing day, May feels herself being pulled into a web of secrets and lies, and she must confront her own demons to uncover the truth.

(This story is book one of heart of stone series or can be read as a standalone)Eighteen years ago, a mother sacrificed her baby to Lucifer in return of the baby safety.The mother died during the birth, Lucifer accepted the sacrifice, and he’ll be back to claim what he owns. Nova, a depressed half-wolf, half-human girl. On one lonely night she decides to end things, she'd end up in hell, but even real hell can't be as bad as her life. That until the king of hell scolds her, and tan her bum claiming her as his. This is a ddlg/cgl/SFW story, be warned! Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

Chriselda risks everything to save her friend in the dangerous Dawnfall Depths, but instead of the loving mate she imagined, she meets a cold, distant Alpha. Her dream of a passionate connection is crushed, but she knows there’s more to his icy exterior—a story that’s waiting to be uncovered.