Hearts To Hearts Novels & Stories

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.

The warmth and tenderness had faded, replaced by anger, resentment, and violence. She paused for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at the floor as she wiped away the last of the mess. She wasn’t going to wait for things to go back to how they once were,she had given up on that hope ages ago. The realisation hit her like a cold wave, the love they once shared was gone, and no amount of wishing or waiting would bring it back.

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay? And. well, I know this is probably the last thing on your mind, but NJ, you know I can't stop myself from asking, have you thought of the possibility of, maybe ……. this working out? Maybe this will be something more, you never know. Noah's eyes grew wide, and she could almost hear Mia's mischievous grin right over the phone. "Mia!” she breathed, shocked with an undercurrent of amusement. "Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about.

Tippa thought. “And I heard him say he felt the same way about me. Did he? Was that a missed opportunity? I was just too embarrassed at my actions to hear anything he said last night. I must be so sexually frustrated.” Tippa squeezed her eyes shut tight. But whenever she tried to deny her feelings, her heart would pound like crazy. Is this the end or the beginning of something new? “Should I be tough on him? Or should I just follow my heart? God help me, I don’t know what to do! Life is so short. I almost died. I have to think about this carefully. Follow your heart, Tippa is what the little voice inside my head is telling me.’ *****

Despite the initial arrangement, Alexander had grown genuinely fond of Bridget and gifted her the necklace on her birthday. But the next time Alexander saw that necklace, it was on national news. Victor Blackwell, had publicly gifted the amulet to Bridget during the grand opening of one of his firms. The media portrayed it as though Victor had procured the necklace himself, enhancing the narrative of their romantic involvement. Bridget and Victor became the trending couple, their story splashed across tabloids and news channels. Alexander, who had yet to make his relationship with Bridget public, watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of anger and betrayal.

"You would send her away even though it breaks my heart?" "Especially because it breaks your heart." His voice was calm, unyielding. "Pain, Thrystan, is the best teacher. It’s what you need to rule this kingdom with a clear head. Once you distance yourself from the world and its distractions, things become clearer. Better."

I'm so screwed how do I tell him I forgot I had something like that in my possession and to think he came all the way here to get it. "It's fine if you don't have it yet, but make sure to get it ready by tomorrow. It's my favorite" He ends and walks away. I Puff in relief. How did he let me off the hook so easily? He turns around again and walks in my direction. My heart is almost bursting out of my chest. He pins me to the wall as soon as he gets to where I am standing and draws his face closer to mine, staring deeply at my eyes and I close my eyes trembling. What is he thinking?

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

In cities of wonder, where dreams are made The streets whisper stories, of a world yet unafraid A world of possibility, of hope and desire Where hearts beat strong, and love sets the fire In the silence of night, where darkness reigns A light flickers softly, a beacon that remains A light of guidance, of hope and peace A shining star, that the heart can release In the depths of the soul, where emotions reside A voice whispers softly, a gentle, loving tide A tide of compassion, of empathy and kindness true A heart that beats strongly, with a love that shines through In the realm of eternity, where time stands still A mystic whisper echoes, a timeless, endless thrill