Heartbeat Writing Club Novels & Stories

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

“W…What are you talking about”, She said. I looked at the elder who was trying to read me. “I can read minds and stop time. May I read hers so that we can get to the bottom of this without the back and forth bickering?” The elder nodded his head slowly unsure of his answer. “Good, since I will need a witness to make sure no one doubts what I see. Elder, will you please hold my hand and I will lead you on this journey”

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

"You've caused enough of a scene, Matthew. Your play has been acted out, so you should get out of here right now!" She stopped for a beat before raising her voice, declaring, "I also wish to announce that Bradford Group is ending all partnerships with Gardner Group, effective immediately. I hope everyone takes note of this!"

James shook his head. "I'm sorry… I know you'd be devastated if you saw his body, so I had him cremated." But he wasn't. He was just worried that I'd see our son's hollowed chest, missing a heart. I fought back my hatred as I stared at the lopsided bracelet on James' wrist. It was Stan's gift to him. James had often suffered from insomnia back then, so Stan learned how to make one of those Kabbalah bracelets and gave it to him.

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."

" He repeated both phrases under his breath and memorized them. "Last rule," I said, holding up four fingers. "Every night before bed, you must submit a thought report in Crisean of no less than 500 words, titled 'Why I love Summer Reed even more today.' "No translation software or cheating is allowed. I'll be checking for spelling mistakes."

“Don’t worry. They are my friends from the basketball club and are very easygoing. Besides, you’ve met my family. Are you scared of those brats?” “You’re a brat to me too.” Timothy raised his eyebrow and smirked at her. “Did you realize you didn’t say anything when I said you were my girlfriend?” “You can talk all you want. Being talkative makes you happy, doesn’t it?” Timothy snapped his fingers. “Congratulations, Ms. Cliff! You guessed it right.” Hazel said seriously, “Timothy, I’m serious. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go to a kids’ gathering.”

Mateo found a memo. Flipping it open, he realized—it was all about Yara. [1. Yara has a sensitive stomach—no spicy food. Learn 365 recipes to keep her warm and comfortable.] [2. Yara's scared of thunderstorms but never carries an umbrella. Be there before the rain starts.] [3. Yara loves cherries. Plant an entire backyard of cherry trees for her.] [4. Yara is lonely. No matter what, always be there when she looks back.]

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.