Heartis Venice Novels & Stories

“Talk to me. Tell me something.” His voice was faint. “You… look beautiful when you’re mad.” A choked laugh escaped her. “Not funny.” His breathing slowed. Her heart pounded. “Ethan?” He didn’t respond. “Dammit!” Her voice broke. “Don’t do this.” Liam pressed the accelerator harder. “Hang on.” Elena tightened her grip on Ethan, her fingers trembling. *** The penthouse came into view as a sleek, towering building standing like a fortress against the city skyline.

I walked out of the room and held the door behind me, “I’m okay, I just….I don’t work well with groups….” “That’s chill, me neither. Anyway, we will be having a final party to end our trip to Venice. It's at a club…..” She handed me a pass, “The velvet serenade?” I tried pronouncing the name on the pass she gave me, “Yeah, that right there is your only ticket for entry, so don’t lose it. I’d see you there, or not. But you really should come, it’s not every day a girl gets to party in Venice.” She joked.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

She was wearing a branded t-shirt, pants, and rubber shoes, just like Beckett. When she saw where Beckett had taken her, her eyes widened. “Wait... This is the famous event in Italy, isn’t it?” “Carnevale di Venezia, yes.” Beckett nodded. “I know that you wanted to experience this, so here we are.” “Thank you!” Vivianne smiled and reached out to her husband before he kissed her, but she quickly stepped back when she felt embarrassed. “U-Um…” She cleared her throat before walking ahead to hide the blush on her face.

"It's the second autumn, Ji... can you hear me? The fallen leaves have already turned into piles of snow, and you still haven't shown your face." -Mike- *** Venice, Italy, a year later... "Stay away, don't get too close to the window." The deep, distinctive baritone voice caught the attention of a young woman wrapped in a blanket, standing and watching the boats passing by along the canal. The woman turned around, greeted the man wrapped in a towel, kissed him briefly, and wrapped her arms around his waist to lean against his slightly damp chest.

The two lovers held hands as they neared their destination. He was thrilled to show her his surprise. He was nervous though, he kept tapping his fingers on the stirring wheel as he drove through the forest. Lara was not scared and she was eager to know where they were going. She could see his nervousness, however she didn't point it out for she never wanted him to be more nervous.

Isabelle asked, doubting herself. Apollo shook his head lightly and smiled a little. “You are pretty, Isabelle.” Apollo wiped Isabelle’s tears through his thumb. “But, Venise is the only woman I love and will love for the rest of my life. She’s different and that is what makes her special to me.”

"Where is this heart he mentions?" "The cruise had several additional stops," Alyssa replied. "The next one was this beautiful city on the coast of Spain. The weather was much more to my liking there. Of course, Vinnie still insisted on dragging me around to a bunch of old ruins. I remember one - a fort or castle of some sort - where we could walk along the outer walls. One of the old guard towers had all of this graffiti on the inside, and Vinnie insisted on adding our names and drawing a heart around them. If you ask me, it was rather gauche, but Vinnie thought he was being romantic." "That sounds like a damn good lead to me," Cruz said. "What city did you say this was? Barcelona?"

"I'll show you where I first kissed you." Her bones turned to liquid. She looked up at him, her heart pounding, involuntarily licking her lips. "Where is that?" His eyes were hot and dark. "In Venice." "Venice," she repeated, sighing wistfully. Looking up at him with yearning, she knew she should refuse, stay in Chicago, and see the recommended specialist. But her romantic dreams and his allure caught her.

Her heart raced, tears spilling. He stepped closer, wiping her tears. “Shh, don’t cry. You should be happy.” “These are happy tears! But Zekiel, please—what is this? I don’t want to hope…” “Look at the window, My Life.” The curtains behind him opened, revealing Zayne, who then slid open a glass wall—unveiling a panoramic view of Paris. Then—fireworks exploded in the sky, forming glowing red words: “Will you be my girlfriend, Venice Sanchez?”