Novel & Cerita Libro Corazón

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The brown long table in front of the librarian’s cubicle was empty, compared to the back tables behind the tall bookshelves that were so full. I hurriedly placed my things there and went to fetch some reference books I could use for my essay. I had to redo the part that was ripped, and it was hard to distinguish which book was it that I used earlier. Not only that, but I had to read every single page of what I had done to connect the words and ideas exactly as they were. I could hear the hushed conversations of the students, the turning sound of the ceiling fan from above me, and books being flipped. Feeling uncomfortable, I took my earphones out and shoved them in my ear to focus.

I should have known he w old never accident me with Elecs baby breathing inside of me. I should have just escaped when I had the chance. I was beyond frustrated. It felt like the room was closing on me and I started to feel claustrophobic. The urge to grip my throat and wheeze out like a fucking animal gripped me and I had to run out of the room. I soon found myself in the library. I pulled out the book he got for me. The one I still didn’t know how he knew about. I wanted to slam it on the floor. Rip out its pages until it was torn like my bloodied heart. But I couldn’t. Because it was the only thing that made me feel like he could still see me. That he did really care.

I practically threw myself inside, pulling the door shut until the thudding bass of the living room was completely blocked. The air in the library was cooler, smelling of old paper and leather. I found my laptop charger and textbook right where I had left them on the desk. Grabbing them tightly against my chest like a shield, I took a deep breath. Why was my heart beating so fast in the first place? It's not like I cared, I'll just walk back out. Go straight up the stairs and absolutely, under no circumstances look at him. I wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled the door open, stepping back into the lions' den.

It scares me that they drink blood. I blinked my eyes when the engine roared, breaking the chain of my thoughts. "Well, Drake has sent something for you." I twisted in my seat, looking at the back seat. I grabbed the paper bag and peered into it. The smell of earth and papers filled my nostrils, I ran my fingers on it. I wanted to read it for a long time. Mother kept such things away from me. She still considered me a child who was admitted to the hospital bed for months. 'Dark Corazón' I ran my finger on the title. It contained the details of the dead queen and the dead king and their parents.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

". Multiple streams of consciousness traversing open networks.... Unstable, yes—. But alive. Then she felt Adrian. Not his memories. His presence. Raw and unguarded. The loneliness he'd carried. The guilt. The devotion. The unbearable weight of waiting. And beneath it all—. Love. Not possessive. Not worshipful. Simply enduring. She gasped. Her eyes widened as Adrian looked across. Because he felt her too. Every fear. Every fight. Every refusal to disappear. The fury that had kept her alive. Her sweet innocence under the cover of survival. Her most profound and deepest secrets were hidden within.

Running his fingers along the spines of the comic books, he smiled again, this time a little more genuinely. He picked one up—“Blue Heart: A Love Beyond Borders”—and sat back on the bed. But as he opened the first page, the words blurred. Not because of the print, but because his eyes were watery....

Third Person's POV His chest hurt unlike anything he had ever felt before. It feels like someone was ripping his heart from his chest. It was hard to keep the tears from falling as he stared down at his sleeping mate. His heart stutters, and he draws a shaky breath in before setting the letter on the nightstand beside him. His lips tremble against his Beta's forehead, and tears fall. “I'm sorry!” He whispered a shaky breath against his skin before stepping onto the balcony and leaping over the edge, disappearing into the night.

A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book. The first words that caught her eye made her breath hitch, and she could feel tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. 'I still get butterflies even though I've seen you a hundred times.' Sophia could feel her heartbeat slow down as she read through the pages, each word reminding her of a beautiful past she had ruined with her own hands. Every morning, Luke would send her those cute texts, bringing a smile to her face as she read them and she made sure to write down each one he sent.