Heartsong Novels & Stories

“Neither violin, nor guitar, nor drums nor sitar.. The most beautiful sound that hits my heart is the sound of your voice.. All Hearts!!

Wave second. “Fine.” she surrendered, then opened her bag to get the antidote. She immediately took out the bottle and poured it in Deshawn's glass. “Drink this, Deshawn. This is the only way I can help you.” “You looked really gorgeous, are you even real? Can I sing your name now?” Waverly sighed and rolled her eyes. “I'm real, alright? And no. You can't sing my name.” Deshawn pouted. “But why?” he whined.

My heart has never felt so overwhelmed with the feeling of love, acceptance and being cherished. He made me want to cry when he suddenly turned on one of my childhood favourite songs. He taught me how to dance with this song, it's a song by the beetles called ' Here Comes The Sun.'  The song on its own becomes all the more special at the moment, when he pulls me to my feet and we start dancing in the middle of the room. The biggest smile takes over my face when I hear him sing the song to me. At that moment, I truly feel like daddy's little princess.

Chapter 41 Heart and Lux were walking together on the restaurant’s pavement. The surroundings were filled with the fragrance of flowers and various plants, creating a refreshing and peaceful atmosphere. It relaxed her as she strolled, and she could hear a faint melody coming from inside the restaurant, which, if she wasn’t mistaken, was the song “Till I Met You.”

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

​She looked at me, then at the twins, who were standing at the edge of the platform, their eyes fixed on the descending red fire. ​“It needs the Song,” Leo said, his voice strangely resonant, carrying over the gale without effort. “It needs the harmony of the three. The Earth, the Sky, and the Heart.” ​We stood together at the very edge of the world, our shadows stretching long across the frozen stone. The countdown hit the ten-minute mark, the red sky turning the snow into falling embers. ​We began to sing.

CHAPTER 72 ~THE CONDUCTOR'S HEARTH~ ARIA’S POV The symphony was no longer just a metaphor. It was the air I breathed, the ground beneath my feet. I could feel it, the deep, steady drum of the Heartstone, the skittering, clever melody of the Fox-kin, the low, patient hum of the Trolls’ stone-song, the new, fragile harmony of the Sun-Masked as they learned to paint their silence with color.

A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and filthy, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last time, and some are about every single time in between. What they all share: heat. Hunger. The moment when wanting becomes having. Short, filthy and unforgettable.

She just watched. "Why are you looking at Mommy like that, shadow?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful as I brushed my hair. "It's loud," Nyx whispered. I froze, the brush stopping mid-air. "What's loud, honey?" "The heart," she said, walking over and placing her tiny, cold hand over my heart—right where the pact was etched. "It’s not thumping. It’s... singing. But it’s a sad song." I pulled her into a hug, her small body the only thing that felt 'right' in this distorted new reality. "It's just a secret song, Nyx. Our secret. You can't tell Daddy, okay? It would make him very, very sad."

He removed his cap, trying to pass his point across. "I don't have time for your nonsense this morning." I walked past him to search for a cab to convey me to the island. The street looked empty and deserted with tunes of radio from houses reverberating around the neighbourhood like it was recorded and music to the feets on the street, a chaotic rhythm born of the universal soul. There is a tempo to it all, and upbeat mambo that's asking why the passers-by aren't dancing, instead taking their usual steps. People smiled at him and gave him money while he sang in appreciation.