Heartfelt Present Novels & Stories

“We need to channel the Heart’s energy through the altar. It’s our best chance.” Luna nodded, her expression resolute. “I’ll do my best, Clara. I can feel the Heart’s power growing stronger.” Together, they moved towards the altar, their focus unwavering despite the chaos that surrounded them. Clara could feel the Heart’s energy resonating with the stone, a powerful connection that promised to unleash a force beyond their imagination. --- As Clara and Luna reached the altar, they could feel the Heart’s energy building to a crescendo, a radiant light that pulsed with life and hope.

I felt something tug at my heart. Where the hell are his wife and children? "I told Martha not to call you, I should have known she wouldn't listen. It was just a false alarm, nothing serious" Mr. Heart says when he sees Hunter and his eyes widen when he notices me standing behind him. His eyes then flick briefly to our linked palms and then back to me. "Esmeralda it's so nice to see you again" He says with a genuine smile and I smile back releasing the breath I didn't even know I was holding.

In this room, a smile was currency, and hers had been perfected through years of necessity. She drifted between clusters of tuxedos and evening gowns, the low hum of conversation weaving through the faint strains of a live string quartet. No one here knew she was the woman behind Phoenix Analytics, the discreet intelligence network whispered about in boardrooms and back alleys alike. They saw only the poised, mysterious socialite with eyes that revealed nothing. And that was exactly how she wanted it.

He turned to his men and ordered, "Throw them out, but don't hurt them. I promised my queen I wouldn't harm humans." I hadn't expected him to actually remember that promise. Back in our quarters, Magnus settled me down, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen to cook. Ever since he had learned how, every meal I ate was one he prepared himself. If I tried to stop him, he'd even sulk about it. After dinner, Magnus pulled me into his arms. "My Queen, I'm so happy today. When I heard what you said, I was truly moved." He grabbed my hand and placed it against his chest. The next moment, I pulled it away and pressed my ear against him instead. The steady thump of a beating heart made my e

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

“Mr. Burt, you didn’t have to bring flowers.” Karl smirked. “How could I do that? It's not like me to visit a sick patient without bringing something at least.” He pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed. “I just went to check with the doctor. They told me your heartbeat has been very erratic?” “Well, I’ve always had a heart condition. This afternoon, I had another confrontation with that brat Danielle, and that was when my heart started to act up again.”

No one in the audience heard what was said, but they saw it—the way his confident smile froze, then twisted into something unreadable. With a flick of his hand, he dismissed the staffer and turned away. "Mr. Lopez, the wedding's about to start, but the bride still hasn't arrived. Should we check if something's wrong on her end?" His heartbeat pounded in his ears. That uneasy feeling from yesterday? It hadn't left. It had only gotten worse. He pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart. The call rang. And rang. And rang. Then—click. Call rejected.

I have seen him angry before, but I could still withstand his aura. However, right now, I can tell that he had curbed his aura, but I still feel suffocated. Not wanting to anger him any further, I pull out my phone and call our team of the gifted. Flameheart nurtured these guys and brought them out of the slumps and gave them a life.