Novel & Cerita Hearts Drawings

He looked at me once, steady and unreadable. “You coming?” My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Fear clawed at me, but under it, something stirred. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope. I stepped forward. And I chose.

"....A lot is happening right now, you might never understand. But I can't do this to you anymore. I know your heart.. I know where it truly lies. Don't get me wrong princess.. I know you love me truly.. But you love her too. You two are the definition of what love is. You finish each other's sentences and connect in a way that no one ever does to anyone. Which is something that I wish anyone could get in this world. What and why would I want to take you away from yours though...? It hurts so bad that each day could pass by without you by my side. It isn’t how I dreamt our future would be, and this wasn’t my plan for our world. My heart has always loved you in ways I can’t explain. You proba

A tall slim man dressed in a well-tailored black suit quickly entered the room, holding a suitcase with a stern expression on his face. Richard welcomed him and they exchanged a manly handshake before introducing him as Barrister Tom. Without wasting any time, Barrister Tom opened his briefcase and brought out the divorce papers, turning to Richard and saying, "All is set, all that is needed from both of you is to sign." Sheila stared at Richard with pleading eyes, but he didn't spare her a glance as he rushed and signed the papers first before he turned and gestured for her to come and sign too. Reluctantly, Sheila took the pen and with a shaky hand, signed the divorce papers her face never

Alex answered. "And that's because I truly love you..." Sylvia said and Alex interrupted immediately. "Stop it, how many times have I told you that I have zero feelings for you?" "That girl in there... is the person my heart beats for, I have known that I will find her one day" "And this is the day, so please I would advise you to move on with your life please" Alex concluded. "Alex, you are rejecting me?" Sylvia said to him. "Sorry but am not rejecting you because we are not mated to be with each other"

My heart softens instantly. “Mama!” he yells, running to me as soon as I step out of the car. “Hey, bug,” I say, scooping him into a hug. “What’s that you’ve got there?” “My drawing!” Liam says proudly, unfolding it for me to see. It’s a colorful crayon picture of me, my parents, and Liam, all holding hands under a big yellow sun. But there’s an empty space on one side of the page.

I couldn’t even hide my smile… it stretched slowly and warmly across my lips before I surrendered the board to him. He took it with careful fingers, like he was receiving something sacred. He stared at it. And I watched his face instead of the drawing. My drawing was small and cute… a tiny family holding hands under a sun, smiling. A mother… a father… and a little child between them. No crowns. No pack symbols. Just love. Just peace. Safe to say it was exactly what I wanted. A life with him and our kids, safe from chaos. “I love it,” he said quietly, eyes still on the drawing.

“Understood.” “No. I mean it.” “I will be on your side, no questions, or I sleep on the couch.” “Good!” So I went back to my drawing. So far he had a big love heart with my name in it over his left peck. I had then drawn a really bad version of roses and vines around it to go with the ones on his arm. There were also ‘Don’t mess with Ada’, ‘Ada is queen’, ‘Ada forever’ as well and some daisies… well, my bad version of daisies. I really am not that good at drawing, but I try.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Because her heart was still trying to remember how to beat normally. --- Adriano closed the door to his study with a soft click. He didn’t turn on the light. The sunlight was enough. It slanted across his desk in long shadows, catching the edges of papers, a half-finished glass of scotch from the night before, and now — this. The drawing. He laid it carefully on the desk, as if it were made of glass. Three figures. A red heart. A purple bow. His brow furrowed as he stared at it, unmoving.

I laugh, sharp and breathless, and my vision blurs before I can stop it. The bandage is ridiculously oversized no accident. The skin beneath is flushed, healing cleanly. And the placement God. Just above his jeans, to the left, where muscle dips into that dangerous V. Exactly where my eyes always go. And there it is. I know that image. I drew that image. A crooked little heart. A badly scrawled Luca. The same stupid, intimate sketch I traced into the steam on his mirror months ago, never thinking it would last longer than the fog on glass.