Libro Corazón Novels & Stories

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

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?”

No matter how much she tried to deny it , no matter how much she told herself that it was because she wasn't used to such situations , her heart couldn't deny the little bit of attraction that had begun to develop for him . ' ....................Why is my heart beating like this ?!.....Don't the books say that the heartbeats are the sign of love ?!..........Shouldn't my heartbeat only for Liam ?!........When did it start to beat like this for him too ?! ' thought Kiara with a troubled expression .

"What? Why are we in the library? Are you going to look for something?" "Yes, we are looking for your brain." I did the process and the he did too in order to get inside. "Can I look for you heart here too?" He whispered. "It's not here, I gave it to someone." I whispered back and laugh. We sat on the last row and I take out my book to read. He also has his book that he just snatched from some shelves but didn't even open it. He leaned closer to mine and whispered, "To whom?"

He pushed in the heavy door to the king’s council chambers and stormed in. Eros was standing before the flaming hearth, observing something in his hands. Dagen’s sudden intrusion made him jump. With or without intention, the object in his hands fell into the fire. As Dagen stepped in, he saw the pages started to burn. It was an exquisite notebook with a short line of handwriting was beautifully scribbled on the front page. Tora’s Diary. -- King’s Harbor

"No, he says it's best for me to rest a lot, so he decided to write to me instead." And indeed, he did... Alessio: I read a book about demons that you have on your wish list, mostly out of curiosity to understand what caught your attention so much, and I must say the paranormal touch, as well as the mythology and fantasy, were good. Amaya: You read Dark Hearts? Alessio: Look at the picture. That night, I opened the image and realized that the book was on the comforter covering him, which made me realize he was in his bed, reading something I liked, and I felt like I was going to melt. I couldn't believe he had dared so much.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.