Heartfelt Present Novels & Stories

She kept smiling happily, resting her head on his hard, warm chest. When Aurora smiled with her heart beating happily, Darius was busy plotting evil plans in his mind. During this week, he kept seducing her with his charms. He treated her gently, was kind to her, cared about her. He made her heart melt and flutter. He made her love him like crazy.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

Then he nods. Then Dr. Carter says something and the room moves and I stop thinking about shareholder meetings and twelve-year conspiracies and corridors and Gabriel Kane and all of the things that have been requiring my attention for six weeks and I think about one thing. The heartbeat. Small and fast and completely certain of itself. The way it was from the very beginning. The way she has always been. Already certain. Already here.

"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 slow, hesitant steps, she approached it, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. The moment she read the inscription, the breath whooshed out of her lungs. "I will always be your Home. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." A lump formed in her throat, her vision blurring as emotions surged through her. She clutched the card tightly, her fingers pressing into the delicate paper as she swallowed back tears. Damn him. Damn, Ethan Calloway for always knowing exactly how to break down her walls. “Happy Birthday, Wifey.”

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.