Heartis Venice Novels & Stories

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead ???? Venice lounged on the sun-warmed sand, his muscular body glistening with tanning oil. At 48, he was still a striking figure, his chiseled abs and broad shoulders drawing appreciative glances from both men and women on the crowded beach. But Venice had eyes only for one person – his younger brother, Tristan.

Humiliation scorched every inch of me. I lifted my head and stared straight at him. "Ryan, if you humiliate me like this today, I will hate you for the rest of my life." When our eyes met, something flickered across his face. His body tensed, just barely. For a heartbeat, I thought he might help me up. Then, Olivia let out a weak little cry and collapsed into his arms. "Olivia!" Ryan's expression changed instantly. He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back.

he supplies, sniffling. “Exactly,” she cheers. “Hazel, Angelo, and Nico. They all are here, aren’t they? And it’s so fun to be with them, isn’t it? It’s like you fit right in. Do you know why? Because you’ve always belonged here. With them. In this place. In Venice. This is your home, sweetheart, and no one can take this away from you. No one.” I squeeze my eyes—and more and more tears flood down my face.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

And today is no exception to that. When Sanskar enters into the venue, he gets mesmerized at the decoration and arrangement done by Swara. He smiles a little thinking that girl has never displeased him for a time as she does her every work with a perfection. But refusing his mind's all apologies, his heart and eyes start to search for the owner of his heart. As now a days his heart is always busy in thinking about her. Getting no sign of her, he frowns but the next moment, his frown disappears and a smile reveals through his lips. He finds Swara to be busy with some decorators as soon the place will be blast for party bloopers. He gets mesmerized when Swara turns . Now she is facing him . Wh

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and a strange, inexplicable longing. "I don't understand," I whispered, my voice barely a breath in the quiet cabin. His words, laced with a mocking amusement, hung in the air, a heavy weight on my heart. "Virgin woman, doesn't understand what I'm trying to say," he sneered, that devilish grin playing on his lips before he turned and walked away.

Cecilia fixed a look on Hazel and asked gravely, “If you were in my shoes, would you forgive your partner for doing something like this to you?” Hazel shook her head. “To be honest, even I don’t know. That said, I have this belief that if he would so easily choose another person over me, that only proves that his love for me never had that much foundation. A love without foundation is like a flower uprooted. Even if you bathe it in water, it’s not going to survive for long because it will start to wilt.” Upon hearing this, Cecilia hugged Hazel tightly. “You’re an adult now, Haz.”