Journey Of The Heart Book Novels & Stories

{Dear Readers, I'm Apologying for adding this short story here in this book. Actually I am lacking 3k words in completing the words target that's why I did this. "Bond of Hearts" book is a short story of two chapters of 6k words. Both chapters are merged in one for you to read. Please forgive me for this. Enjoy. Thanks for your time love and support. Lots of love hugs and kisses from ShineeSunshine} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They weren't just words, they were like a key unlocking my heart, mind and the shy wolf inside me. I never thought their acceptance could be this liberating. I could almost feel their wolves circling mine and rubbing against her fur welcoming her among them. Alex's hand rubbing my back felt warmer. His scent was stronger and more alluring. A hole in my heart was suddenly filled with an intense sense of fellowship.

Perhaps it’s for the best, a clean break to heal the cracks in my heart. Samuel helps me with my bags, transferring them from the taxi to Stefano’s sleek black Mercedes Benz G-Class. I pay the driver, my movements mechanical, my mind a thousand miles away. As we pull away, I turn back, my eyes searching the abandoned building, a desperate plea for Stefano to appear, to give me one last glimpse of his face. But he doesn’t come, and as the building fades from view, the sadness in my chest intensifies, a gaping wound that refuses to heal.

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

I put the shirt down and look at the item I had wrapped in the shirt. It was a glass rose; it didn’t have any color it was completely clear but down the steam in gold letters down the stem of the rose said, ‘I’ll always come home Rose’. My father got it for me on my seventh birthday. At the time I was having reoccurring nightmares that he was going on a deployment and then never comes home, my dad stayed with me every night after I would wake up screaming and tell me he would always come home. Ever since he gave me this he has always and only called me Rose, everyone else calls me Ro, but he won’t.

Why'd he have to look so good? I looked down at the books he had given me. There were five total and I realized that I had never read any of these to Nate. I looked at the first one and turned it over, reading the back. A little boy that encounters a giant in the forest. The little boy uses his quick thinking and courage to escape the giant and return to his family. Being back home, he realizes the love and security of his family are all the support and strength that he needs and that knowing his family is there for him, he can face any fears. It seemed to really fit not only the situation tonight but also the bond that Nate and I had so that was the one that I selected.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

It was impossible to predict the fate of humanity because it was not a one-way street. And somehow—. Despite all the danger—. Elys found that beautiful. After that, the central core began its journey towards Earth..

Just us—choosing each other, building a family, refusing to surrender to fear or trauma or every voice that said this was impossible. Some hearts break. Some hearts surrender. Ours? We built an empire from the shattered pieces. And the heart that wouldn't surrender finally learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be loved exactly as you are. THE END

There were exactly 99 letters, detailing his emotional journey throughout the three years he had spent pursuing her. Danielle looked at the stack of envelopes with slightly yellowed edges, her heart stirring slightly. She hadn't actually met Matthew back then, but she was touched by his perseverance. There was one love letter in particular that he wrote a month before they began their relationship. Matthew was delivering that letter when he learned that someone had a crush on her and insisted on fighting that person. He ended up with a bloodied nose in that fight, leaving a few bloodstains on the envelope. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice trembling with emotion while saying, "