Hearts Alive 소설 & 이야기

Warm sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, falling gently onto the bride's white gown and casting a soft, golden glow. Luna held a bouquet of flowers, her eyes red with emotion as she gazed at the kind and gentle man before her. Horace held the microphone and began his heartfelt confession. "Lulu—no, honey. You might not believe this, but three years ago, I was a staunch believer in staying single. "But one day, your parents came to my office, wanting to invite me out for a meal. When I saw your mom's phone screen wallpaper, which was a picture of you, I thought I felt something scratch at my heart.

They began asking more questions. I replied, "Ashenford is a city everyone knows. But in today's world, we've lost something—love. What if we could create a platform for people to express their love for each other, as well as their pride for Ashenford or for the world? Imagine a broadcast where people can share their feelings, whether it’s telling their parents they love them, confessing to a partner, or just expressing gratitude for the city they call home. "This isn't just about changing the landscape. It's about bringing the people of Ashenford together and creating a more harmonious, beautiful future."

Lilith looked terrified. "Stay down, and no one will get hurt!" The commanding voice of one soldier reverberated through the room, its authoritative tone cutting through the chaos like a knife. "We're here for the Healer." Leigh's silent sob tore at my heartstrings, her anguish palpable as I lowered my hand in defeat. "It's me you're looking for. I'm the Healer," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Seize her!" The order rang out, sending a chill down my spine as the soldiers advanced, their movements swift and efficient.

One would be able to hear the sound of a pin being dropped. “Here are the lists of the names of the couple that got the highest votes; Conrad Declan and Toralei Stripes, Jordan Fisher and Anika Sterling, and the third couple is….”

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

"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?"

"I am sorry you all had to see me like this." "What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked. "Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones." We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.

I didn't bother to turn knowing well enough that if I did, I would run back to him and finally give into the urge of feeling his lips on mine. Feel. Feel your heart racing at his smile. Feel the goose bumps at his touch. Feel the sadness as you part ways. Feel the happiness as you meet. Feel it all darling. You are after all just a girl, walking into fire with nothing but a pinch of water and your heart to burn.

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

Ten gallons of dirty mop water hit Marcus Halverin squarely in the chest. It was glorious. It soaked his hoodie. It got in his hair. It dripped off his nose. The entire hallway went silent. Someone in the back dropped their phone. A group of theater kids actually clutched their chests like they were watching a movie. Marcus stood there, blinking, looking like a very wet, very angry golden retriever. "What the heck?" he sputtered, wiping water from his eyes. I crossed my arms and gave him my best "I don't care" stare. "Preventive measures," I said, throwing his own words back at him. "You looked like you were about to overheat. I helped you out."