Heartsong Novels & Stories

Seven footprints bright to final faintest quiet, holding one stone seven hearts. My shoulder scar silver-ghost warm one stone seven hearts. Brown hair messy tied milk night three. Eyes flash gray-gold white crown gold lace seven tired one stone seven hearts steady, one stone seven hearts. Black titanium moonstone ring gold thread pulses slow one stone seven hearts, not fast beats now, slow hold seven hearts.

“Stop. Stop hurting.” Damian froze. Ivy’s eyes widened. Maria reached for Rowan on instinct. “Sweatheart—” Rowan flinched away, not from her—but from the emotions slamming into him through the bonds. He pressed a shaking hand to his head. “It’s—it’s too loud—” Damian moved, just one step, arresting himself like he’d touched fire. “Rowan. You shouldn’t be—” Rowan let out a broken breath—half sob, half snarl.

"Happy birthday to you, baby," "Happy birthday to you," A middle-aged woman with a head full of light brown hair, an oval face, and big eyes. Despite her age, she was still a beauty. She clapped and danced. Following behind her were a middle-aged man and three handsome young men. Scarlet froze. The song echoed through the hallway, bright and warm. She hadn't heard that tone... that laughter... in years. Her chest tightened. For a moment, she forgot she didn't belong here. Her eyes moistened.

Light Fades. Song Of Choice : Elastic Hearts Elastic Hearts By Sia Word Count : 1.0k Ask Your Question : Author's note : Get ready cause things are gonna get twisty.

Stun in silence and speechless as his heartbeat the familiarity of the melody and worst as greed is engulfing him inside to know and meet that person who owns that symphony of her song. “Your very memory is in my heart. Like a cold yet sweet dream. With you and I, in a dreamscape. Everything dies. As no secret will be kept. The tears that I cry. I only wish to be with you. Will you hear my call? Can you come with me? Upon this darkness. I want you to be with me.” Somehow driven and hitting with pain, he pounds his chest to where his heartbeats. With a smirk and a sigh, he wanted to curse this sudden pain and longing towards the song and the words that somehow, engulf him with regret inside.

I shake Alison’s arm lightly without looking at her. “Who is that?” I ask. “Huh? I don’t know.” She says. I watched his fragile-looking fingers run through his guitar strings, and the sound it made completely silenced the crowd. Note: it silenced the loud-ass crowd. With one strum. “Woah.” I heard Alison mumble, as she held her arms, almost like embracing herself. I feel the same. My goosebumps and the pounding of my heart don’t lie. It sounded strong, yet gentle. Intimidating, yet pure. Just enough to get your attention.

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

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.