Hearts Out Novels & Stories

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

" Just leave me alone Drake. That's all you can do to help me out." He looks hurt by my outburst. He came close to me making my heart almost jump out of my chest. His closeness is really affecting me a lot. Please stay away from me Drake. Seeing you just makes me confused and I don't know what I want to do. "How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us."

My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Whαt the heck is hαppening?

Betty as,id and Irish's eyes widen. " - We are late. We have to get Aracelis. " Irish said. " I was nice meeting you, Betty. " Aaron said while smiling sweetly. " here's my mates card. Call us if you have any problems cause I know Irish is a walking - talking problem. " Betty said and gained a smack from the younger. The younger left them as she was trying to hide her burning cheeks. " Thank you. " Aaron said, smiling at the omega.

He shook his head dumbly in denial, "The gate will open on its own when either warrior loses," Roley angrily kicked the protective veil, "She's already lost, her heart has been thrown on the floor stage. How can she live on?" Hana quietly picked up the heart that Roley had thrown down the stage in her hands, she watched the steady beating of her heart exclaim, "This is the heart of a healthy person."

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

she says, and I almost correct her for using the plural form incorrectly. But then I stop myself and stare at her for longer than I should at a time like this. “You deliberately said ‘hearts,’ didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I have two, and I want you to put one of them inside Cora.”

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,