Hearts Drawings Novels & Stories

, I exhaled. "I know. I come here anytime I'm stressed out and need to clear my head." He admitted. "It's my favorite haven in this house", he said as he put his arm across my waist, pulled me closer, and drew my chin towards him, our eyes locking. And you are my new favorite haven. A hitched breath escaped my lips as he closed the space between our lips. When he let go, I staggered back a little, and something pricked me. A little cactus plant.

"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 added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

I grinned and moved my hand to grab his, so our wrists could be up and next to one another. Fresh and perfectly made, our matching black tattoos told our truth. Above our veins, on our young skin, was a line of a beating heart. Under it was a message saying, “Art never comes from happiness.” As Thomas had said, the most beautiful songs he ever made were created after something shook his thoughts for days. For me, my life was the challenge that inspired me to paint. “Let’s go! People are waiting,” The famous boy stated, gently pushing me to walk downstairs.

Vixen says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Vixen. With a smile, Vixen kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Leah, Kai, me, and Vixen and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.

Taking it as a no, Josh did not pick the drawing up, but he was still able to get a good look at it. He could tell that it was a portrait of Zachary. Josh had to admit that Serenity had a gift for art. She brought Zachary’s portrait to life. Only thing was, she deliberately drew a heart outside Zachary’s chest, and it was tiny… Was she saying that Zachary had a tiny heart? Was that a lake or a river behind Zachary’s portrait? There were wavy lines along the shore. What did that mean? There was a ball too. Josh stared at the drawing and then at Serenity. Seeing that Serenity was scarlet on the cheeks and hazy in the eyes, he knew that she was out of it.

“Come see! Ivy walked to Isla! All by herself!” Adrian stood. Picked up Isla. I stood. Took Ivy from Alex. “Show us,” Adrian said. Alex ran ahead. To the house. To the deck. To the place where the door drawing used to be. New drawing. Taped to the slider. Five hearts. Bigger. _Mama. Dada. Alex. Ivy. Isla. Home. Always._ “Alex did it,” Adrian said. Quiet. To me. “Five hearts. He counted right.”

“My name’s Ren.” It took no more than that for the room to soften. The air seemed to shift, as if a gentle breeze had swept through, carrying away the tension. Maris smiled gently, her eyes warm and inviting. “We’re glad you’re here, Ren.” Ren held up her sketchpad, opened to a single page. A drawing: two hearts tethered by thread but spinning in opposite directions. “I drew this,” she said, voice low. “Because I didn’t know how to explain what I felt.”

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.