Heartfelt Present Novels & Stories

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

He slowly tightened his grip over his chest. This heart was not originally his. But he would protect it carefully from now on. Especially now that he had finally found someone capable of making it beat wildly again. Shana Everheart. ***** LMCD22

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

I whisper, my voice thick with tears. “I know.” His words are soft, tinged regret and pain. Heavy silence stretches between us, but for the first time, I don’t mind it. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it ground me, anchor me in the present. The music changes, James Arthur’s Last of the Whiskey filling the room. The slow, sultry beat wraps around us, and I find myself wishing I could sway to the melody, to lose myself in the haze of smoke.

With bright lights and colorful decorations everywhere, it was obvious this was the room of an affluent, affectionate couple. Camille no longer felt sad. After calmly liking the post, she put her phone away and focused on what was in front of her. After many days of work—handling paperwork and signing agreements—Camille finally secured funding for the education of girls in the impoverished mountain area, ensuring it would reach Violetwood Village. That day, Camille received another message from Jameson. [Camille, when are you coming back? We’ve never been apart for this long. I miss you. I’ve prepared a surprise for you, and I’m sure you’ll love it. Please come back soon.]

He was a heartache but he was her heartache. ‘Could she have feelings for me all this time?’ Mike thought to himself as he walked out of Sarah’s room. A smile brushed across his face. A sudden tingling filled his cheeks. As soon as he came to his room, he took his phone from the charger. On speed dial, he edited a contact, which was previously saved as SWEETHEART to MY SWEETHEART.

she said nervously. "Show me" I grumbled. "But you can't...." she started sadly. "I can feel, tracing the accidents suggests me what they appear like" I explained. I waited till her little hand grabbed mine, she delivered it over shakily to her chest. I ought to experience her heart fee go loopy as I began feeling a bit below her collar bone. Her respiratory got here out in pants as I traced quite a few small traces with my thumb. "What are these from?" I quizzed.

"Mr. Martinez, meet Mrs. Angelos, she will be in charge of this campaign. And he is Noah Martinez, the celebrity travel vlogger I talked about." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Martinez." Eva held up her hand which I took and placed a soft kiss on her knuckle as I kept my eyes on her to watch how she reacts. Much to my pleasure, I felt her shiver against my touch and took a gulp visibly. As soon as I straightened up, she freed her hand from my grasp and looked at Michel and said, "I think I can take it up from here. Would you mind leaving us to talk?"