Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

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.

Fabian was slightly stunned but he understood her intention from her beautiful, huge eyes. “Is this for me?” Fabian asked gently. Lillian blinked her huge eyes and nodded gently. Fabian took the card happily and carefully opened it. Within it was a drawing. The drawing depicted a tall boy and a small girl, clearly him and Lillian. Lillian’s drawing was very childlike; the contour of the persons was also childishly drawn, and even the colors used were not anything refined.

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!

Her phone was still in her hand, the last words of Selena’s call echoing through her mind like a gunshot that hadn’t hit yet. He’s a target. A big one. Her eyes drifted back to the table, to where Pearl had left her half-finished lemonade beside a napkin covered in doodles. She stared at it absently. Then her gaze dropped. A corner of white paper peeked out from the side pocket of her bag. She reached for it. Unfolded it slowly. It was a drawing—crude, clumsy, and heartbreakingly earnest. Stick figures holding hands, coloured with uneven crayon strokes. A triangle of yellow meant to be the sun, a purple heart floating between them. Above each stick figure, names were scrawled in shaky letter