Hearts To Hearts Novels & Stories

About the simple, profound gift of being alive together. Afterward, they lay tangled in the sheets, the city lights glowing through the windows. "Happy birthday, Hope," Mira whispered. "Happy birthday to us," Kieran said. "The family we built." Mira smiled and closed her eyes. Tomorrow, there would be challenges. The sale of Locke Industries. The work of healing. The slow, steady process of becoming who they wanted to be. But tonight, there was this. Peace. Love. Hope. It was enough.

And that was the greatest title he could ever win. --- **"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,

I chuckle, “just not this one” “Oh Lorrie” she hugs me and I settle into her arms, she strokes my hair softly“what does your heart want? What does it yearn for? Who is that person that comes first to your kind when you feel down or happy? That's who you really love” “Have you ever been in love?” I say softly.

With tears in her eyes, she listened. To every moan. Every cry. Every thrust. And her heart shattered piece by piece...

He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place. However, I had just fallen for Jeffrey days before and gently rejected Cameron. Devastated by the news of my relationship with Jeffrey, Cameron had left the country without a goodbye. Yet, at my lowest, he returned. He found me in the hospital, pulling me into a tight embrace with a sob in his voice, "Eva, I've finally found you!" I attempted to wriggle free, but he clung tighter as if he were trying to fuse me into his soul.

Today is the day: he has kept his feelings bottled up for too long, and he's finally ready to let them spill. He parks in front of her townhouse, steps out, smoothes his jacket, and then reaches for the gifts. His heart pounds inside his chest, the every beat thunderously drumming his nervous anticipation. He has never been good at proclaiming himself, especially in matters concerning the heart, but Elena deserves nothing less than the truth.

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.

My heart swells with love. Three small hearts beating against mine. Three small perfect hearts. And for now...that is enough.

He asked and then Heart raised her chin up and Cullen saw her crying face. “I just want him to wake up. But why he is not waking up, Sir?! This really hurts my heart!” Heart began to breakdown again. She then looked at the view from the 360 observation deck. “These lights, they remind me of that horrible event. Maybe this whole country. Maybe I just need to migrate to another country!” Heart was sobbing so hard. Cullen then stepped forward and stood next to her. “It is okay, just scream your feelings. It will help.” Cullen said. Heart continued venting out by whimpering and shouting what was hurting her.

Once upon a time you could call us queens of frozen hearts, adamant to keep everyone out of our lives and especially our heart, but right now, we were the queens of perfect lives. THE END <3