Hearts In The Sand Novels & Stories

In Sandra's world, there is no sound of laughter or happiness, just emptiness and more silence. Somber, melancholy moods decay her soul and Sandra realised how futile it is to hope and dream and pray. Emptiness builds a home in her heart, but she found two people. Catherine and Danial who cares for her, who likes he to be around them, who actually sees her and hears her voice and there was laugh and happiness in her life. Sandra knew what she'll do. She will protect the ones that love her and if they found love and happiness between them, Sandra will support them but... for some reason, Sandra was hurt and confused.

“I—I heard you. Even when he was inside my head. I heard you.” Elena pressed her lips to her hair, rocking her gently. “I told you, I’ll always come for you. Always.” Rose sobbed against her chest. “Don’t let me go again.” “I won’t. You’re safe now. You’re home.” They stumbled out of the collapsing tunnels, dust filling their lungs, and rocks crashing behind them. By the time they made it outside, the mountain shook and collapsed, burying the nightmare within. The night was cold, sharp, and endless. Smoke rose into the sky like flames from a funeral fire.

--- **"Once, someone told him love doesn't heal. But no one said it could teach you how to live again. That a touch could feel like home. A glance could offer shelter. A word could forgive the past. He didn't heal through shouting. Not as a hero. Not all at once. But one step at a time— toward the one who never gave up on him. And when his hand wrapped around a little boy's, and beside him stood the heart that led him through every darkness, it no longer mattered where they had come from. Because at last— he knew where they were going."**

“Their eyes were literally on us,” “Don’t care,” he smirked and tighten his fingers wrapped around my wrist. I nodded, so we ran. * By the time we reached the place, Hugo spread the blanket he’s carrying from his bag on the grass. He’s right, this place really has something that would make every people be at peace. It was all greens, in front is lake. It serves majestic beauty that will make you feel free and breathe freely. “Thank you, Hugo. I really, really, appreciate this,” I said sincerely while my head’s engulfing with those unwelcomed thoughts, again. He smiled and lay his body on the blanket and close his eyes.

It was from an unknown number. Just when the caterpillar thought the world was ending, it turned into a butterfly. Someone might have sent it to me by mistake but that single line gave me a little confidence. I wiped my tears and then Sir and Adya entered. "So are you ready?" Sir asked one last time and I nodded. He gave me a smile to which I replied with the same.

I took slow breaths, afraid that the sound may distract him. Flashback (Alex’s POV) It was a dark Friday night. I was sitting in the room, hugging my knees and feeling a little scared. Sofia was next to me, she didn’t quite understand the situation yet but she knew she had to keep quiet. Sandra, my eldest sister smiled at us. “Do you want some cake?” We shook our heads. From the other side, we could hear the workers whispering. ‘I think she’s angry because he gambled.’ Another voice said – ‘No, no, I think she cheated.’ Another voice – ‘They are getting divorced.’

“Not clearly. But you say a name. Ray.” The sound of it made Sandra freeze. Ray. A beat in her chest. Like a door knocking from inside. She swallowed. “It could be anything.” “It could be everything,” Arden replied. “I don’t know who he is,” Sandra whispered. “But every time I dream of him, my chest hurts. Like… I left him. Or he left me.” Arden leaned in, placing her hand over Sandra’s heart. “That is not the pain of forgetting. That is the pain of love that’s still living.”

“It’s too late. Forty minutes left. Let’s see if you rats can crawl out before your world crumbles.” Sandro’s fist collided with Ace’s face, raw fury fueling him. Each punch cracked with betrayal, grief, rage. Tears blurred his vision, but he couldn’t stop. He had loved Thane once. He had mourned him. And now he was hitting the ghost who had torn them all apart. “Enough!” Fire pulled him back, holding him as Sandro broke, finally, his tears slipping free. Meanwhile, Caspian had already freed the girls, carefully tearing the vests away. Jenny collapsed into his arms, hugging him desperately. He winced, blood soaking his shirt.

Most importantly, they forgot in the Fahara everything is against them. They are trapped in another storm and this time it's of sand each one on their own. No one has an idea how to behave. Can't run since they can't open their eyes. The sand seems to be hitting them from all angles . Clearly, they each are a target of a kind for this sand monster. One thing Modei Sao and Winter are thinking is ,'Sand storm '. At least they agree now Michelle had opened eyes when they didn't. But why can't they stumble into each other because when the storm came they were standing close to each other.

Astrapi was shouting something at her, but she could not hear him over the sound of the sandstorm. Her ears were filled with the shifting, sighing sand that felt as if it coated every inch of her. Beneath her scarf she licked her lips and her tongue came away coated with it. So far, Menos was more like the City of Sand than the City of Earth. Astrapi was still shouting and she turned her head, to see him, irritated as the tiniest exposed parts of her skin were strafed. He was holding up his arm and pointing at it.