Libro Corazón Novels & Stories

"Why can you be like that with her, but not with me?" The wind, cold and biting, slipped through the window and swept between us. I suddenly thought back to an incident that happened during the five years I spent with Jessica. After we argued again over something trivial, she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her. The pieces of the broken plate on the floor of the apartment glistened in the afternoon sun, casting harsh reflections that seemed to strike at my heart. I bent down and pulled out a book I had once given her, the one she used to prop up the wonky table leg—The Myth of Sisyphus.

Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud “Just like the way it goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I would say the way to a man’s soul is his body” ‘Wow, this makes a lot of sense’ Serafine said within her as she read further. So far, she was enjoying what she was reading and she was relieved that there was no naughty part apart from the first page as she had not yet encountered one. Serafine read the book for a few hours until she slept off

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

“He never mentioned you.” “Good,” the woman said. “That means he kept his promise.” She rose slowly, joints creaking, and walked to a cabinet against the far wall. Unlocking it, she withdrew a box wrapped in faded red cloth. “He left this. Said it was meant for the one who would carry the lion’s heart.” Elena reached for it, her fingers trembling. Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride.

Like statues. Carson left Daniel's hand and slowly moved to Russell. He stood close to him looking him with blurry vision. But he instantly wiped his eyes. He had promised Daniel, no more tears. Russell was fine now. He held his hand softly observing him and slowly bend over his chest. He placed his ear on his heart and stayed there for a while. Daniel was looking at him. He was silent. He let Carson do anything he wanted to. After a while he stood straight and looked toward Daniel. "Its beating." His voice was no louder than a whisper.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

The old book didn’t just feel warm; it pulsed in her hands like a living, sleeping heart. Cora ran her fingers over the embossed, unreadable script on the cover, the leather strangely supple against her skin. The library was silent, empty long past closing time, and the only light came from the green-shaded lamp on her desk. It was this silence, this profound loneliness, that made her trace the symbol in the center of the cover. A mistake, she would later think, but in that moment, it felt like an invitation.