Heartsong Novels & Stories

The heart's song wasn't a weapon; it was a *mourning*. Rhydian collapsed, the heart's light now fused with his scar. "It's a memory," he gasped. "The goddess wants us to *remember*. Not just the Betrayal... but what came before." The Keeper bowed her head. *"The song was never yours to control. It is a requiem. To heal, you must listen."*

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

Such a cute kid. The ride back home was hell. Bumper-to-bumper traffic, and Sarafin Turner’s “Bold” was the biggest song on the radio right now, so it blared from the speakers every third song. As I looked out the window, a poem read by the announcer came on. ‘I’ve never had clouds follow me each day, years of sun that never went away. I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay.

, she purrs, biting her lip with feigned innocence. “Currently not in the country. His name is Lionel Prize, a business tycoon. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s in Australia for business at the moment but I’d make sure to introduce you both once he returns” Immediate confusion clouds her face but I don’t hang around to explain further, she asked for a match and after checking her, I’ve come to the conclusion that she’s the exact type of woman a man like Prize would want for a wife. ———————\/———————-

Unconsciously, she selected the album from the band Dadali, known for their heart-wrenching lyrics, on her phone's music app. The soothing melody of "Disaat Sendiri" by Dadali filled Aurora's small car. The lyrics of the song further unsettled Aurora's heart, making it beat erratically. Her heart trembled in rhythm with her eyes that were starting to water, forming crystal teardrops that collected on her eyelids. "Why am I so emotional just because of love?" Aurora whispered as she fought back the tears that were beginning to roll down her cheeks.

“I am sure of my decision today. And I know that there is no one else in this world that could take my breath away the way you do. Make my heart beat faster the way you do, make me lose my mind the way you do. You bring out the worst and the best in me. You are my existence, my heart. From this day forward, you hold my heart within the palm of your hands. And for as long as you choose, I will hold and cherish you, through sickness and health and through heaven and hell. My heart will always belong to you.” Tears were streaming down my face in a marathon. And I just smiled. “Wow” I mouthed to him, unable to use my voice.

It was a beautiful, humanized sound, entirely devoid of the robotic obedience he was used to, and it cut through his anger like a razor. "My family's security?" Aurora stood up slowly, her movements so elegant, so deliberate, that Silas found himself instinctively straightening up to match her height. She walked around the table, her steps light, stopping just inches from him. The scent of lavender and vanilla rolled off her, a soft contrast to the icy coldness radiating from her eyes.

Dax is holding me. Luna Rose says the Heart is singing. A song without words. The Circle is strong. And even winter can learn to thaw.

Felix Sterling had a thing for women who reminded him of his first love. I happened to look about eighty percent like the woman he had lost. Because of that, he spoiled me rotten and turned me into a spoiled, arrogant woman who got whatever she wanted. Whenever some foolish woman dared to provoke me, I would track down her home, even at three in the morning, and slap her dozens of times. Felix never said a harsh word to me. He simply cleaned up the messes I left behind. That was until a woman who looked even more like his first love appeared. Her name was Vivian Hart. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded, “I heard you’re really good at

The same hum that had filled me when I held the Moonstone Heart. My lips parted on a shudder. “I hear… something.” Siora’s voice lowered to a whisper. “That is the Song. The flow of life and death. Follow it.” The hum grew louder, weaving with the rush of the wind through the trees, the distant trickle of water, even the thrum of Thorne’s heartbeat behind me. Threads of sound braided together until they became light. When I opened my eyes, the water in the bowl shimmered, rippling in tune.