Heartstopper Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

Jessup’s face. Kenny Greenleigh and Michael Bishop had his backpack and were rooting through it. “Hey, look, it’s the fucker’s diary,” Michael Bishop exclaimed. “No…” Jaxsen didn’t mean to vocalize the protest, but he did, and Billy Jessup heard. His sneer turned into something altogether darker. It was clear to Jaxsen at that moment, when he turned, snatching the precious book from his comrades’ hands, that this would be his undoing. Billy Jessup began shredding the journal. Page by page. Words of moratorium stuck in his gut as the sound of ripping pages morphed into his mother’s screaming before the abrupt cut-off that signaled the end of her line. Once he’d eviscerated the pages from the

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

Before sealing the bottle, she glanced at her wish one last time. [May Yara and Mateo never cross paths again in this lifetime.] *** By the time Mateo finished filling out all his wishing bottles, the meteor shower was nearly over. They were just about to leave when a sharp cry cut through the air. Everyone turned just in time to see Helen on the ground, eyes red, looking heartbreakingly fragile. "I think I twisted my ankle... It hurts so much..." Instantly, the group swarmed around her. Mateo barely hesitated. He shoved past everyone and scooped her up without a second thought.

______ I was working on my desk, making a print out of the pie chart, and there was Landon too, who was also signing shafts of drafts. I can't believe he just killed me. Oh yeah, he killed me out of his thoughts, his heart. He erased me that easily. But I didn't. Every day I remembered him. Suddenly my hands stopped working, and my eyes widened when loud audible moans were ringing in my ears. This better not be bad! I closed my eyes, gripping onto the pen because I felt disgusted. I knew Landon was making them, and he was teasing the crap out of me. Then he stopped, and I opened my eyes to catch my breath because it felt too awkward, weird, and most of all, disgusted.

UNKNOWN POV I watched as the two kiss closely, their faces hidden in the kiss. They seemed happy back in each other's arms. I have been watching him get through all this drama for a long time now. Losing his family and his right to rule the kingdom. He lost his loved one and a blessing that was about to be in his grasp. He lived in a world filled with black and white, without a simple colour that seemed to be calling out to him.

He has never seen her laugh like that before. The sound of the laughter was the last stroke that broke the camel's back. He went back in to his room with anger and wore his garment. Someone has to stop Alaric and that person was him.

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

It was eerily quiet, and the shadows seemed to play tricks on my perception. My footsteps echoed softly as I tried to backtrack and retrace my steps, but each turn I took only seemed to lead me deeper into the maze of the school's interior. Panic began to creep in as I realized I was well and truly lost. That's when I saw them, hidden away in the shadows at the edge of the hall – two figures locked in an intimate embrace. As I approached cautiously, my heart pounding, I recognized one of them instantly. It was Conrad. His lips were pressed against a girl's, and they were all touchy feely. His eyes were closed, his face illuminated by a gentle smile that I hadn't seen all morning. My heart sa

I sat down upright on the bed, fuming while she occupied herself with an erotic novella, which was kinda careless as the explicit book cover was unfit for a thirteen year old me to see. The door whined open and Hillary's welcoming smile illuminated my mind. "Hello, baby bro." "Hi." I said as I became elated instantly. Seeing Hillary was enough to brighten up my mind and raise my mood from the deepest and darkest pits of despair. "I've missed you." She said as she sat on the bed and we embraced each other. "Me too." For a while, all the thoughts of what the annoying pretty nurse had said erased from my mind and I was ready to summon hope again.