Heartsong Novels & Stories

Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Dearest behold the distances have gone I'm here I'm here, I'm here, You won't be able to hide I'm that secret You won't be able to forget I'm that gesture If I echo in your heart Then why are you surprised When it comes to your heart I'm the sound for it Listen if you can To the language of heartbeats I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here Beyond borders and helplessness I'm here I'm here, I'm here, here It's just me and only me

Melody huffed with crossed arms, making Ethan chuckle and quickly peck at her pouting lips. “I am sorry but you are my heartbeat, baby. If you would have gone, I would been lifeless,” he replied and that is when Melody melted in his embrace. Even the song on the radio at that time sang out the lyrics- “When you hear my heartbeat, baby You give me a new life, you give me a new birth … ” * * * * * You can follow me on Faceb*ok for more updates. The profile name is Author Sonia. * * * * *

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......."

Subhadra heard and knew the name Mahendra Varma from somewhere, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd been scratching her head from the past two days, wondering, wondering, where had she heard that name? She opened her I*******m account which was entirely dedicated to her poetry and she clicked on the heart button.

‘Song from your heart, idiot. “My heart…my melody…” he muttered as he stared at Mira’s sleeping face before he start feeling the beat of his heart. He listens to what it was trying to convey and with one kiss placed on Mira’s lips, Angel knew what song he wanted for Mira to hear. Closing his eyes, Angel started feeling every beat of his own heart. He listened to every breath he was taking. With every stroke that he gives to his dearest mate, a song called My Escape by Ravenscode reflects what Angel feels. He sang his favorite song that he was willing to share with Mira over and over again.

Waqt bhi thehra hai Kaise kyun yeh hua Kash tu aise aaye jaise koi dua Tu rooh ki rahat hai Tu meri ibadat hai aa Apne karam ki kar adaayein Karde idhar bhi tu nighahein Sun raha hai na tu Ro rahi hu main Sun raha hai na tu Kyun ro rahi hu main x (2) The song was describing the words which are on the strings of my heart ready to make a sound. My heart fell for him so hard that their is no comeback I don't know when i drown into a deep slumber ...................... I felt some one caressing my hair . I cam feel the touch. My mother Whenever i am upset she came in the middle of might to check on me that i am okey or not .

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

"You didn't tell me you were the Thea Hart. Your family like one of the richest families in the whole world." "Don't start with me." I sighed. "Im just Thea. Don't start treating me differently just because of my last name." I hoped she'd understand and thankfully, when she nodded, I knew she understood. "I understand what it's like. But, you see Cain over there?" I nodded, waiting for her to continue speaking as Cain stared right at me. "His last name is Hayes."

Yet tonight, I could feel the stirring of something deep within him a spark waiting to ignite. I stepped closer, my bare feet silent against the cold stone, and raised my voice in the quiet of the night. My song began softly, a haunting melody that wove through the wind, curling around Kael, threading through his chest, seeking the part of him that was still mine. It was a song of longing, of pain, of memories etched into the very marrow of our souls.

And then, as if a gentle breeze had whispered in my ear, he began to sing. His voice pierced through the silence, captivating me with its soft timbre. Each word he uttered hung in the air, carried by a melody that wrapped around my soul. It was as if he had unraveled the depths of my heart and poured its essence into every lyric. At that moment, it felt as though he were speaking directly to me, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability and longing. The song he had chosen, "Dandelions" by Ruth B., held a special significance in that moment. Its lyrics spoke of resilience and hope, a testament to the beauty that can spring from unexpected places.