Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

Kahit pa nga hindi niya alam kung magugustuhan ba nito ito. Malalim siyang napabuntong-hininga at isinara ang kurtina ng bintana. "Paano ko kaya ito maibibigay?" bagsak na balikat na kausap niya sa sarili habang pinagmamasdan ang larawang iginuhit niya sa unahan parte ng card. She sadly smiles as she dreams it would come true someday... She drew a father holding the hand of his little daughter, who was holding the strings of balloons in her other hand. It's not perfect, but at least the idea of a father and daughter love is there.

White roses formed a heart shape in the middle and red roses surrounded it on the outer side. It consisted of a note saying "Wherever you are, that is where I wanna be." And then earth was drawn three arrows pointing towards three different directions. On the first arrow it was written "Here." On the second one "Or here" on the third one "Even here" and three purple hearts were made.... Awww so cute but who would send me I wondered. It can't be Ethan, right? He doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. Is there someone who likes me? Hopefully he's nice.

Hank POV Kathy settles herself on my lap with her eyes still glued to the TV screen. I hate cartoons, but still, I must appreciate her attachment to Dog's Patrol. It helps us spend our evenings less awkward. All four of us just stare at the TV, and the silence between us isn't so heavy.

One evening, Anthony received a box from an unknown person. Is this the present that the man who called me before told me? He remembered the call that he had with a lunatic. He shook his head and carefully opened the box using a cutter. When he has opened the box, Anthony saw Danielle's pictures that has an x mark on it and there was stains of blood. Feeling disgusted, Anthony carried the box and threw it on the trash bin. “ Who have the guts to play this kind of trick on me? Damn it!” Anthony frowned and punched the wall with his clenched fist.

“He said you’re like a lion, but with a soft heart. ” She laughed softly. “That doesn’t even make sense.” "Yeah. Lions are so huge. Their hearts are very hard. That is why they can roar like raaaawwwrr." Something in her chest tightened and she swallowed. Later that afternoon, Elias insisted they draw pictures. She sat cross-legged on the balcony, a sketchpad on her lap. Elias drew something with a lot of stick arms and declared it was a battle scene. Ayra drew the greenhouse and gardenias. When he looked at hers, he said, “That looks like you.”

“I’m going to need more than that, Harry.” He leaned in. “Hester posted these pictures to humiliate you. But what if we spin it? What if we turn it into a tragic love story?” I stared at him, my mind struggling to keep up. “A love story?” “Think about it,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “A woman, madly in love, so overwhelmed with emotion before her wedding that she collapses from exhaustion. But does she give up? No. She fights through it—because her love is stronger than any hardship.”

Why the hell was he ignoring her? Just as she paused to catch her breath, the sound of heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door. They were quick and furious, a stomping rhythm that sent a chill down her spine. Daphne could feel her pulse quicken again, this time not from exhaustion but from a creeping sense of dread.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

My heart raced painfully. He was still there. “Clara, I know she’s in there,” he growled, but there was no venom in his tone, only anguish. “Let me see her.” There was a brief silence. Then Clara’s whisper. “I’ll try.” I knew I couldn’t hide forever. My chest felt heavy, each breath a burden. I stood shakily and walked to the mirror. My reflection startled me. Puffy red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, lips swollen from crying… and his marks. His hickey still bloomed like a bruise on my neck and chest, a reminder of what we had shared.

He didn't even know how to react. He rose and moved toward me. Just as he reached out, ready to close his hand around my throat, the drug surged through him again. Grinding his teeth, he gave up, thinking, 'So be it. Grant humans five years. Such lowly creatures can't even stir up any real trouble.' But then he found himself noticing something else—his queen was strikingly beautiful. Her smile was bright, her eyes clear and unruffled when awake, as if nothing in the world surprised her. Yet asleep, stripped of her defenses, she looked like the innocent girl she still was at her age.