Libro Corazón Novels & Stories

He smiled. His smile looked mischievous and Dan knew better than to trust him. As Dan brother approached, he watched closely what the guards would do. They did nothing so far until Damian got to them. He was few feets away when Dan watched something pierce through his chest and rip out his heart. He gasped. Damian gasped also. Rafe shouted in shock as they heard the sound of flesh being squashed together. They all saw the hand penetrate Damian's chest and immediately, it retreated as it ripped his heart out of his body. Damian Gabe his brother and his brother's son one last look before he slowly closed his eyes and fell to the floor. His fall made a loud thud as he dropped heavy on the floor

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It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

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.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

His smile could light up the entire library. He settles into the leather wingback, my favourite chair, the one I curl up in when I want to feel held, and opens his book. I catch a glimpse of the cover. Pablo Neruda. Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. “Why are you reading that?” He looks up at me. “What?” I clear my throat. What the fuck are you doing Vanessa? I adjust the collar of my shirt. “Neruda. Why are you reading it?”

, the lady closed the book in her hand, “Which one in particular?, Emeralds, sapphire, ruby, diamonds?” “The heart of magic…” The librarian looked like she had seen a ghost, “The heart of magic?” “Yes, of course, purely for research purposes”, Raisel said quickly, “What else could it be for?” “Somewhere down the hall, it’s on the farthest shelf, not many people go there” “Of course, thank you”, Raisel left in the direction she pointed out. She moved quietly however she still managed to attract curious stares from the very conservative people in the library.

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.