Libro Corazón Novels & Stories

“Your mother was one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. Money had nothing to do with her decision. She just fell in love. You see, we can’t choose who we love. The heart does. It happens like a spear sometimes, straight into it. Looking back, I know I knew how things were the moment I introduced them. It was as sudden as that for them both. Their faces gave them away. It was like seeing two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly.” Audrey nodded. She had never doubted her mother for an instant but she had hated to think that George held a grudge against her parents all these years. “James hates her,” she murmured painfully. “He only thinks he does.” “That sounds very wise but

Her small hands searched for any book on the table because she couldn't see well. Her hands grab a book, and she smiles triumphantly. Her joy was short-lived when the library suddenly turned dark with no light burning. The book dropped from her hand in shock as she tried to see in the darkness. Blood pumps faster out of her heart, and her breathing gets faster as her heartbeat accelerates. “Who is there?" Her gentle voice echoed in the library before getting swallowed by the sounds made by the rain on the roof. She was sure no window was left open, so how could the light blow out?

I scanned the shelves, my eyes tracing the titles and covers in search of the perfect book to momentarily distract me from the reality of my mother's illness. A vibrant book cover caught my attention, a beautiful couple locked in a passionate embrace against a backdrop of rolling hills and a setting sun. "Love's Everlasting Promise" was emblazoned across the top in elegant script. I knew, in that moment, that this was the book that would temporarily fill the void in my heart.

It is times like this that you need the a miracle or a spell to hide, but we all know, those never happens. I was actually trapped with the two macho men beside me. I looked round and saw a man smoking in a Mercedes Benz. I guess I was so in my thoughts, I didn't notice the Porsche car. He looked at me and there he was the devil himself. What was so annoying was that he managed to look more handsome every time we meet. And why is my stupid heart jumping up and down? Oh, of course I have seen my debtor. "Where to love?" He says in his deep baritone voice that making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

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One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

"You taught me that particular skill, alongside everything else." We exchanged small gifts that evening — nothing elaborate, simply thoughtful, tokens of an ordinary year of marriage rather than the extraordinary drama that had defined its beginning. Damien gave me a small framed photograph of my mother's garden, painstakingly restored from an old picture I hadn't even realised he'd found among my father's belongings. I gave him a simple leather notebook, understanding that a man who'd spent his entire life managing crisis through spreadsheets might eventually want somewhere to record the quieter, more personal thoughts he'd only recently learned to acknowledge having.

༻☆✫☆༺ In the cozy library, filled with soft whispers and the charming aroma of old books, the usual tranquility held sway. It was a haven for diligent students, their heads buried in textbooks as they chased after knowledge and good grades among the comforting stacks of dusty tomes. However, Katherine didn’t quite fit the mold. Numbers and historical facts weren’t what excited her; her heart craved the enchanting worlds of romance and adventure found within novels. Every free moment, when she wasn’t wallowing in dismay over her less-than-stellar academic performance, was spent here, browsing the shelves for a story that would whisk her away completely.