Heartwarming Books Novels & Stories

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

Driz smiled while looking at her daughter, who was cuddling the stuffed animal dove that was given to her by Uncle Malcolm and Aunt Alma. “Yes, yes it does.” Peter smiled and kissed his wife. _______________________ I hope you guys enjoyed my very first book! Ratings are much appreciated<3 Follow me on Twitter @HWardWriting for new updates on my current WIP 'HELLBOUND' (3/20/21) and upcoming stories including 'The One Key Detail' -H. WARD

My heart quickened as I saw him look at my body. I covered my chest with my long hair while he quickly looked away. After a few minutes of reading, I started to feel dizzy. I looked around the room only to find it spinning. I looked down to my book but the words were blurry. My eyes started to close on it's own. I tried keeping them open but I couldn't control my tiredness and soon feel into darkness.

It read: Dear Mabel, Seeing your eyes light up as you picked up this book made me want to see them always aglow so I hope this simple gift would always give you pleasure. I hope you will tell me the story someday. I hope you also enjoyed our outing today in the same way I did. Have fun with your book. Yours always, Varrick Mabel was so impressed and affected by Devlin’s thoughtfulness that she brought the book to her lips. That man, she thought and then as if realizing something, she shook her head and dropped the book like it burned her.

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I saw the challenging gaze in his eyes, and the final sliver of warmth I had for her died out. This was no joke. I had never been more serious. Just as I was about to pack up and leave, a quiet whimper came from underneath. It came from Dot, a poodle with a soul as gentle and soft as a marshmallow. I'd had him for seven years. He could sense the sorrow and overwhelming despair festering in my heart, so he rubbed against the legs of my trousers in an attempt to soothe me, however small the comfort might be. It was such a tiny gesture, but to the furious Yvonne, that was the lighter her fuse needed.

Some part of me wanted that. Not because I wanted the power. Not because I wanted to collect people like trophies. Because the thought of being wanted like that; to be chosen like that, made something in my chest go warm and tight. All because I had read... things. Books. Ones that I pretended they were "just entertainment." Stories that had made me squirm under blankets and bite my lip and tell myself I was being ridiculous. But the ones that had gotten me the most... the ones that lit my skin up and made my pulse race, were the ones where the woman wasn't lonely in love.

I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow. The city pulsed with noise and life, yet not a single corner welcomed me. Then suddenly, warmth wrapped around me. Strong arms pulled me into a familiar embrace. The clean scent of cedar surrounded me. It was Ryan. "I called you so many times, but you never answered," he said. "I've been looking everywhere for you." I stared ahead blankly and said nothing. His voice softened. "Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family."

Their days were filled with the simple pleasures of life: leisurely walks through their beloved park, hand in hand, where they had first shared their love; evenings spent by the crackling fireplace, sharing stories and dreams as the city lights twinkled outside their window; and the joy of gathering with their children and grandchildren, their hearts overflowing with pride as they witnessed the next generation blossom and flourish. Hazel, her bookstore now a beloved landmark in the city, continued to inspire others with her passion for literature and her commitment to fostering a love of reading. The bookstore had become a haven, a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily for

He asked me, calling me out. I admitted it completely with a shake of my head. “Afraid not. Whatever it was, you’re gonna have to repeat it.” I answered as I closed my eyes and shook my head again to clear it. He took my hand in his, causing my heart to turn another somersault, both with excitement and confusion. He took the books in his other hand and placed them in my hand that he was holding and closed my fingers around them. “I said that I found some books still in my book case that Nonna used to read to me at bedtime and thought you might read one of them to Nate tonight.”