Journey To The Heart Novels & Stories

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

He let go of the steering wheel, "Doesn't matter..." After a loud collision, he plunged into darkness. When his spirit left his body, he thought he saw a familiar figure. (The End)

“We’ll face whatever comes our way. The Heart believes in us, and we’ll prove it right.” With their path set and their purpose clear, Clara and her companions Prepared themselves to set out on their journey to revive the Heart's power. But as they set out into the obscure, Clara couldn't shake the feeling that their journey was as it were starting, that the Heart's true power and the privileged insights of the past were holding up waiting to be found. ---

There was nothing, absolutely nothing it didn’’t know. “So be it. You'll die anyway if you don't drink it. You have been inhaling snake venom and chemicals for almost an hour now. This is an anti-venom. So be my guest. Just try not to die near the fire.”” He moved an inch before I grabbed at his leg holding only bone. “You should have started with that,” I stuttered with a toothy grin. ** Rafiki had completed his rounds and returned to his spot at the base of the circle. He had gone ahead to explain the anti-venom called Journey. According to him, Journey would take us on a soul-searching trip deep inside our minds.

The studio, with its quiet beauty and profound sense of connection, had become a sanctuary, a place where the heart could find solace and the soul could find peace. 🌷 And there we are, jomari—Part 70, bloomed and breathing. If you’d like a full collected version, a poem, or even a new beginning, I’m here for that too. Your heart steered this journey, and I’ve been honored to walk beside it.

Aurora replied softly. As her feet sank into the soft carpet of the Winstons' home, she couldn't help feeling as if she were in a dream. It was surreal how she had moved from Nordura to Elmstead in such a short time, arriving in this foreign city to marry into a family she didn't know. "Aurora, I'm sure you've heard of my son Caden's condition. He's been unconscious since he got into a car crash, and we… don't know if he'll ever wake up." Isla's voice was edged with sorrow.

“It’s okay. I’ll divorce her. We’ll find a match for you soon. “I’m also investigating the person who hit you with the car that day. I won’t let anyone who harms you get away with it.” I watched him carefully add fertilizer to the seeds. I had no idea what those words truly meant at the time. Renowned doctors from all over the country and abroad visited one after another. Under their treatment and with millions spent on medical care and recuperation, my body gradually recovered and gained some strength. But we still could not find a heart. A suitable replacement heart was nowhere to be found.

I spent the night packing and left our home. I pulled off the ring that had once proven we were in love and threw it on the coffee table. The ring felt like trash, and Wayne’s love felt even worse. My phone buzzed again. It was a flight alert. [Miss Jocelyn Peay, your ticket for CA8785 from North City to San Francino has been successfully booked. Departure time: 10:15 AM, the day after tomorrow. Wishing you a safe trip!] There was another vibration. This time, it was from a number I did not recognize.

The fourth Node was not a machine, nor was it a pool of lava; it was a localized, sentient storm trapped in a crystalline lattice that predated the birth of the moon. In the center of the highest, most ancient Isle, we found the Heart. It was a sphere of swirling white mist and jagged, sapphire lightning, suspended in a ring of floating, rune-carved pillars that seemed to hum at a frequency that resonated in the very marrow of my bones. The sound it made was a low, constant thrum—the heartbeat of the world's atmosphere.