Lies Of Heart Novels & Stories

Emotions overwhelmed me—a storm of hurt, shock, and betrayal intertwined into a tumultuous whirlwind. A sudden realization struck me, and the weight of it bore down on me like a crushing force, making it nearly impossible to draw a breath. The gravity of the revelation pressed against my chest, and the pain was unbearable. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to run away from the overwhelming feelings of hurt, betrayal, and pain.

Damien asked, his own composure carefully maintained despite what I recognised, watching him closely, as genuine underlying tension. "There's a structural anomaly in your heart's left ventricle that wasn't present in your original scans, before your cardiac event," the doctor explained. "It's not necessarily concerning on its own, but combined with certain other markers, I want to rule out a specific genetic condition that can sometimes manifest following significant cardiac stress." The additional testing required nearly two weeks to complete, an agonising period of uncertain waiting that tested both of our considerable resilience, built across decades of navigating this family's various co

My tone was firm. “Oh dear child, how am I supposed to know all that? I left the pack years before your parents’ death,” she said. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but her heartbeat gave her away. The speed at which her heart was beating, after years of monitoring and eavesdropping on conversations, it’s safe to say I know the exact pace of a liar’s heart. Unless she has hyperthyroidism, which she clearly doesn't, then the only answer is she was lying to me. Or maybe anxiety? I could feel my wolf burst into a fit of laughter in my head.

It's heartbreaking when someone we trust turns out to be different than we thought. “There was no love but lies,” Her words, barely audible, were filled with anguish as she whispered to herself. The weight of her shattered heart was palpable as she closed her eyes, consumed by despair. He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat, as he witnessed the devastation he had caused on her. How could he have done this to her? The guilt gnawed at him, questioning his actions and motives. Yet, he knew he couldn't let his guard down now. The pain she felt from his lies was excruciating, but what would happen if she discovered the true face of her father? The thought alone sent shivers down his spin

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

I demanded. At my question, tears quickly filled her eyes. "I-I'm sorry, Daniella… I promise I didn't mean to do it on purpose… "I was just scared. I didn't want Mom and Dad to scold me for being disobedient… That's why I… I threw you under the bus…" Even though I could see right through her lie, I felt utterly helpless. Every time her inner voice surfaced, it seemed to be deliberately pushing me into trouble. Heidi had to be doing it on purpose. There was no other explanation.

However, she felt furious about receiving my heart. 'If I knew it was her heart, I would've hidden it from Joseph no matter what. Now that he knows the heart came from that tramp, he'll definitely feel deep guilt for her. Damn it! Even in death, she can't die far away. She still has to make me feel disgusted!' she thought angrily. Yvette had an idea. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "How could you be so foolish, Wendy?! I would rather die than accept this heart if I had known you died for me!" she exclaimed.

When his lips left my shoulder, his eyes were filled with mine. He pulled me into a tight hug, “Brittany, listen to my heart, even if my lips are lying my heart wouldn’t lie.” His heart was thudding fast.

' We recited the pack rule listening carefully for any spike in their heartbeats. Then we heard it, a heart beat faster than the rest amongst the men that kneeled before me. He was here, the pulse said it all, a guilty person could hide behind his facade, but his heart would always be truthful. The heart never lies Tamara's mother had told me that as she lay on her death bed. As the poison consumed her spirit and flesh, her mouth uttered words of wisdom. The words had become handy now, like she said, the organ confirmed it all.

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.