Novel & Cerita If My Heart Had Wings

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

Beneath my ribs, my heartbeat slowed by half a measure, as if my own heart were trying to match an older metronome. The wind turned eastward, climbing the ridge, its cold, long fingers trailing along the back of my neck. My wings flinched in protest—not from the pain of flight, but from the draft that brushed the feathers the wrong way, each plume remembering yesterday’s doubt. —Rest, —I said, my voice striking rough against the forest’s silence. —Rest, —Sadira echoed, and from beneath the veil escaped a sigh with neither beginning nor end.

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

Cause I want to be happy for the rest of my life and this time no one and anything is taking my happiness away from me ~ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™Drinking droplets of time™ ™My heart has flown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing lie with open arm™ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™My heart has frown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing life with open arms™ ™Clasping the moment in your fingertips like a butterfly™ ™As it takes wing it leaves traces of Colour™

Because Sevina knew that she could defeat countless armies with just her powers but there was no effective weapon to overcome this emotion she had in her heart. That was the truth... Her heart was the enemy now yet it felt like even if she could really get rid of it or not, she was still going to lose. ------------------------ PRINCE KEVIAN sat on the huge couch inside his quarters, looking deep in his thoughts as he blankly stared at the dance of the flames on the fireplace across the spacious room. He had been troubled by a lot of things all day.

I yelled obnoxiously at the top of my voice, bruising, and grating brutally at my sore throat, but I couldn't care less. My heartbeat hammered vigorously against my chest, and I feared I would shut down at any second, but until then, I would go to him. It's all he's ever done, protecting and breaking my wings so I wouldn't fly away; if he wouldn't let me fly away, then he'd better let me fly to him.

I cannot wait to take their soul and be mine. I saw my whole body flowing with my enormous power. My bones in my back were cracking up and I know my other half will come out. I cried in pain when my black wings came out for the first time. I can feel my blood running behind my back because of the sudden movement of my wings but it healed quickly. Now, my eyes were burning like hell.

Arabella whispered, her voice quivering. To her astonishment, she observed the metal bars starting to dissolve as she clutched them with her hands. With caution, she eased herself out of the cage, an overwhelming warmth coursing through her veins. The heat within her intensified, her gaze drawn inexorably to the flames dancing around her. Then, as if by some enchantment, the fires surged forth with intensity, as if the ancient power of the Phoenix spirit had ignited within her. Turning slowly, Arabella fixed her eyes on the two majestic wings—flaming red and shimmering gold. Her heart raced as the realization struck her: she possessed the ability to manifest wings, just like Orga.

He looks up at the ceiling and asks, “Why, Miles? What drove you to do it?” The drugs are pulling me back down into the dark and my voice sounds like someone else’s when I answer: “Poison prayer got stuck in my mind, like a bad seed caught in a wheel . . . dropped here and took root.” Joe snaps his fingers near my closed eyes. I’m falling through drops of flame. “Miles. You’re not making sense. What made you do it?” “Snow in my bones . . . beast in my blood . . . wind in my heart.”

I reply softly after a moment, giving her a nod. "Alright..." Hera says, her voice quiet and laced with reluctance. "Take my hand. It will require intense concentration. Just leave your mind...open." I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I nod, closing my eyes and attempting to clear my swirling thoughts. Hera's hand grasps mine firmly, and I take a deep, steadying breath. A few moments of silence pass, and a soft breeze rustles my hair. "Open your eyes." Hera's voice is soft, whimsical, seeming to be close to my ear.