Heartwarming Books Novels & Stories

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

This is the order of my books HEARTS SERIES #1 His Winter Heart (Snow and Eion’s Story) #2 Changing the Billionaire’s Heart (Sereia and Phoenix’s Story) #3 Billionaire’s Heartless Love (Ellaina and Ajax Story) #4 Triplet Billionaire's Heart (Saphira and Theon) I also have fantasy, werewolf and mafia story you can find on my f******k page Author marshmalllowssprikle faith. follow me there if you want to get updated with the latest stories! Till next story! -Faith <3

Taking the bottle from his hand, Vanessa took a sip. Looking at Megan and Bryan, Justin smiled, "They look happy together, don't they?" "They do," she smiled. "Well, I have never seen Bryan so happy and crazy over a girl in twenty-nine years of our existence." "Megan seems to like him alot too." Turning towards her, Justin asked, "What about you?" "What about me?" She asked. Pausing for a while, he answered, "You seem to have a lot of things hidden in your heart and eyes." When she raised her brows, he added, "Did I not tell you that I can read a beautiful woman's eyes?"

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

In the end, that jerk walked away without a care in the world, whereas I lost my unborn baby. My life turned into a pathetic joke. "What are you laughing at?" Yvonne stood up straight and grabbed my wrist. "Don't you believe me?" Her mood was foul. Knowing her rash nature, I wanted to avoid another endless argument. I nonchalantly said, "Of course I believe you. Why wouldn't I?" Having spent the entire day calming my lover down, I simply didn't have the energy to deal with Yvonne too. I wanted nothing more than peace.

" He broke into tears once again. He fell on his knees. He couldn’t speak another word. He had still so much to say. But he was lost of words. He was feeling alone. And now he couldn’t even ask them for a hug. ‘They must be feeling disgusted. They must hate me. Why the hell did I speak it out.’ He was cussing himself. Unaware of his surroundings. He thought he lost them both when suddenly once again he was pulled in the same warm pair of arms. He felt the same feeling of being secure again. He could feel the other person crying too. His tears were wetting his hair. But he couldn’t look up. He felt his other half too approaching him on the floor and side hugging him. And it made him cry even

I smiled and nodded, grateful, still faintly disbelieving after three years that this was actually my life — a stranger's face lighting up as she reached the front of the line, clutching a worn, dog-eared copy of What the Fire Left Behind against her chest like something precious. "I've read this four times," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she slid the book across the table. "It got me through leaving a really bad relationship. I just — thank you. I don't think you understand what this book has done for people like me." "That means more to me than you probably know," I said honestly, signing the title page with the same careful attention I tried to give every single reader, no mat

One heart. One life. And he was ready to sacrifice both for her only to see her smile. Strange how she was becoming his love, his affections, his senseless talks, his emotions. She was immersed in him, and there was nothing in him that belonged to him anymore. Maverick was a goner. Sucker for her. Every victory and defeat ended with her. He could see her in every phrase of the word in the documents he read for hours, in every ray of sun. He scoffed. How poetic for a man who did not believe in all this bullshit.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.