Lies Of Heart Novels & Stories

He said to her with an angry look. Hoor ul Ain put the glass of water on the floor. "Listen.... I have very interesting news...." He looks at her who put the glass of water on the floor and said confidently. Hoor ul Ain became surprised and looked up at him. "Tomorrow when you were unconscious I have to take some pictures of you and send them to your father's office. Its outcome was the same as I expected, which means your father got a heart attack, and he is in the hospital now, 'enjoying' there...." He said confidently and sarcastically while looking into the teary eyes of Hoor ul Ain.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

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.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

It felt as if every bone in my body had been broken—I collapsed to the floor, my eyes empty and unfocused. The child I had carried for 9 months had become a blade piercing my heart. The overwhelming grief and despair nearly tore me apart—I collapsed, pain nearly causing me to faint. Seeing my pale face, Jack rushed forward in a panic—but Joanna quickly clung to his arm. “Jack, Laura is just trying to trick you.” “She’s afraid of being punished, so she’s pretending to be sick to get sympathy. Think about it. When she donated her cornea, her body was perfectly fine.”

Heart was talking to herself alone. Cullen while driving, he was so angry because Heart lied to her. ‘I almost believed her. I thought she is different but she can’t be trusted. She is a liar.’ Cullen thought. He then eyed at the side mirror and saw Heart who was walking, barefeet. Cullen just rolled his eyes and continued driving until Heart was gone from his sight.

“You have to leave now.” “Not without the truth.” I said firmly, despite the shameless trembling of my lips. His eyes darkened, “What do you mean by that?” “I can feel your heartbeat at times. I know that it surges whenever you tell a lie and right now it’s beating like a drum.” I replied softly, my voice quaking in embarrassing chasms. “Y-You don’t have to lie to me, I can take it. I know about the girl…Lyra. Is it her?”

he replies, confusion dripping from his voice. “I think I need to see a cardiologist.” “Wait, what? You being for real?” Xander’s tone shifts with evident concern. “When did this start?” “This night.” “Dude, it’s two a.m.” “Last night.” I correct. “How?” I rack my fingers through my hair as my mind skims through event of last night. “I saw Lia smiling, then my heart started malfunctioning.” The two incidents are unrelated, but my heart problem started at that moment.

"I don't know you, I don't trust you, and I'm not going to sell myself to some billionaire who thinks he can buy people the way he buys companies." She made to close the door. "Your father didn't die of a heart attack." Her hand froze. Kieran Locke's voice was low, and factual, as if he were discussing the weather. "Victor Delacroix's death certificate clearly states 'myocardial infarction.' However, his medical records-those not released to the official files- tell a different story. He was poisoned. Slowly, methodically. Over a matter of months. And the individuals responsible are currently searching for what he left behind."

God. My chest tightened entirely it hurt, I had no way to prove the truth about what happened last night, All I had was my word. I knew exactly what it looked like, exactly what she must’ve thought. She thought I lied, thought I spent the night with someone else. And the worst, most brutal part? I had no clean way to prove I didn’t. I leaned back, dragging both hands down my face. “How the hell do I fix this…?” I kept replaying her expression when she woke up, blank, quiet, shut down. The silence that comes from hurt, It killed me. I wanted to chase after her, drive to her restaurant, pull her into my arms. Tell her everything, every detail of the night, every moment I wanted to come home, e