How Do I Get You Alone Heart Novels & Stories

" Where are you? I don't want to be alone ." I can feel my body shiver , the fear of being alone in the dark was getting to me . I can feel tears streaming down my face. "Someone… anyone?" I called out. "I don't want to be alone… please." I plead. " daughter ." I can hear a voice next to me. "Don't worry I'm here, I'm right here." Someone said, comforting me. I felt warmth on my right hand. The feeling gave me hope and made me calm down. My hard thumping heart eased down.

She was mine alone. Mine.

PLAY MY HEART (When two players fall in love) Written By : Authoress Tyna Episode 15 CLEONA I woke up feeling warm and tingly all over plus my lips also had this warm buzzing feeling even as I touched them and I couldn't figure out why. While trying to figure out what could have happened, I suddenly heard a knock on the door and I watched as Andre walked in, a breakfast tray in hand. "Good morning Cleo. How was your rest?"

she muttered under her breath, shaking her head. “I felt alone and that’s what pushed me to him, loneliness!! I’m certain of that!” She nodded, walking to the window to admire the sunlight but caught sight of a gathering below, Her gaze landed on Mateo, standing amidst a group of his men, “Oh great, must he be everywhere” she spoke irritatedly attracted, his broad chest exposed beneath his vest. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the chiseled lines of his physique. "That chiseled chest," she thought biting her lips, her eyes drinking in the sight of his build up, she closed her eyes for a minute with a wild thought of her hands on his hard chest breathing hard while her fingers t

He is just messing things up for me. There’s this yearning in my heart, I crave to be his alone and I’m losing it already….

" Mira accepted the card from him with a smile, however, right in his presence, she squeezed it and threw it on the floor." His expression changed to a sad one as he turned and walked away. Mira stared at him until he was out of her sight. She thought back to how amazing he had made her feel that night and surprised herself by bending down to pick up the card. She unsqueezed it and looked at the details on it before putting it inside her purse. Her bodyguards shook their heads and smiled while Albert who secretly watched Mira pick up his card said, "yes!!! Oh dumb Mira, if I can successfully get you under my control, you will be my sure ticket to a luxurious life."

I ask. She shakes her head. “I’m glad you want to marry me. It’s cute but that’s not what’s happening right now…” she smiles. I pull her into my arms. “Then what are you saying?” I ask. She smiles. “You didn’t figure it out yet?” she asks leaning her head on my chest. "Nope. Give me another hint…" I ask. She lets out a giggle. “Half of me and half of your equals one heart beating…” she says.

he said pulling me closer slowly dancing admist the loud song blasting in the back ground I don't know how the only thing I could hear at the moment was the sound of my heart beating, I was nervous. "Don't be nervous." I was shocked how he knew, I heave a sigh of relief but suddenly a song came up (Rhianna,Skin) it was a slow beat, I looked over to see a few people slowly moving their bodies, some girls were slowly giving a lap dance to some guys, I looked away back to Haven whose eyes was now locked in mine, I breathe to calm down. "Are you sure you don't want a lap dance instead? " I asked getting weirdly weak.

One morning, or perhaps one evening, Kylie realized that, for the rest of her life, she wanted only Jonathan. Once that thought had taken root, she was bound to fall victim to heartbreak. That heartbreak reached its peak when Kylie discovered she was just a stand-in for Zoey. The overwhelming disappointment filled her, but no tears came. As Kylie walked out of the office building, rain began to fall. She hadn't brought an umbrella and walked aimlessly toward the subway station. The rain poured harder, soaking her hair and clothes. The wind blew cold, the rain seeping through her collar. Only then did Kylie feel the chill and wrap her arms around herself.

I put out my cigarette and flicked it into one of the potted plants before making my way downstairs and out of the ballroom. Twenty-five minutes later, I was in the studio apartment I had rented three days ago to fit my persona for this job. If Jonathan Meiland was as much of a paranoid bastard as I assumed he’d be, he’d have me looked into and probably followed home right after our first meeting. A barren four-bedroom apartment would make me look suspicious as fuck. I grabbed a new burner phone and rang up my mother. “Any progress yet?” she asked as soon as the call connected. “Maybe. I need to know everything about someone named Othello who has a super exclusive club in the city. I need to