Hidden In My Heart Novels & Stories

I was heading to my sister but I left my heart in the forest. Tempest. You can hide but not forever. I’ll be back for you … you can’t escape me.

The secret vault. The ring. All of it. Love. Later that night Alicia found another envelope hidden inside the bottom of the box. So well concealed she'd missed it before. Her pulse quickened immediately. "Alex." He looked up. "What?" She held up the envelope. His eyes widened. "Well that's definitely new." The paper had yellowed with age. The seal was nearly brittle. Across the front were only three words. If you found her. Henry's handwriting again. Alicia carefully opened it.

It’s clear to me that I have no intention of falling for him but why do I feel something’s wrong in my mind and why do I suddenly feel an emptiness in my heart as if I am missing someone in my life. I sadly gaze at my knee; I've observed that it has stopped bleeding, but it's still a little sore. I looked for a handkerchief in my coat pocket to cover my legs, but I think I misplaced it, so I panicked and hastily looked for the cufflink in it as well. I smiled when I touched it inside my pocket! I suddenly realized the scarf on my neck, maybe will help to stop me from trembling in cold. I put my hands on it and untied it from my neck.

The sudden warmth of her coat had her gaze shoot up, her heart still hoping for it to be Alessio, but deflated when she saw it was just her parents and brothers looking at her in concern. "Mom-" She choked out like a little girl who had gotten hurt, reaching out for her mother as she kneeled on the pavement, pulling her daughter close as Serafina cried into her shoulder. The heartache could be described as a wolf eating at her chest, tearing its way to the fragile organ. Threatening to devour her, eat her whole and leave nothing but scraps behind. Or Serafina could describe her heartache as a glove of ice, encasing her heart like a cage keeps a tropical bird. Her heart longed to fly again, t

But doubt dug its claws deep. “You lied to me,” she whispered, and this time the words carried no anger, only heartbreak. “Every time I asked, you told me to trust you. Every time I felt like I was losing myself, you promised me I wasn’t alone. And now I find out you’ve been hiding the truth—that my life, my choices, were never my own?”

“You tell me I’m yours—but when will you stop hiding me?” His throat worked around something he didn’t say. I saw it all—the war behind his eyes, the fear, the guilt, the longing. And I hated that I understood. “I’ve lived my entire life hiding what I am,” I whispered. “Do you know what it does to a soul? To keep yourself folded so small, so silent, so wrong?” His hand cupped my cheek, reverent. “You are not wrong.” “But I am secret. Still.” He kissed my forehead, as if that might soften the truth.

I leaned on the railing and closed my eyes, trying to halt the pull. Breathe, I reminded myself. There’s nothing here. Then it struck me again, a heartbeat in the dark, in time with my own. Not mine, but hers. Like a ghost whispering in my veins. I shook my head, the cold night air shocking me back. I would hide this. I would endure it.

He chuckled, "Were you talking to Mike? Did you spill our secret?" Luke was undeniably striking. At school, he was an iceberg, cold and untouchable. But in private, he was warm and almost clingy. In the past, I'd have melted into his arms, blushing. Now I just stepped back, creating distance. "Didn't you want to keep us hidden?" I muttered. His eyes flickered as he caught the edge of my tone. Still, he pressed on with the question that always lingered. "You know we can't go public."

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

And each of them, in their own way, chose to rise with it. a) From Davina Dear Tich, You reminded me that love doesn't always roar. Sometimes it arrives gently, like rain on a tired rooftop. You saw me. Not the version I crafted for the world, but the one I’d hidden quietly, scared, aching to be touched not just with hands, but with care. Whether or not we last forever, you gave me a part of myself back. And for that, I will always be grateful. With light, Davina