Lies Of Heart Novels & Stories

“I mean truthfully and you can try to lie and say you’re fine when I can so obviously see you’re not coping.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I say, shaking my head and scoffing. “I’m fine.” Liam puts down his cup and moves closer to me, cocking his eyebrow. “I can hear your heart beating furiously in your chest the more you try to lie. Be honest with me, beautiful, tell me what’s really going on in here. You can trust me.” When he says that, he reaches out and gestures towards my heart and it drops at his perception of me. I swallow deeply while looking into the cup that I’m holding.

I lied, my heart beating so hard inside my rib cage that I could hear it. He smiled lopsidedly. “Liar.”

Yang Tian-Xu needed a reason, any reason will do. “Even if you lie to me… I would still believe you. So please An-An… Say something…” A heart was a fragile organ in the human body. But what makes it beat wasn’t love, but blood. But what makes love beats? Could it be the brain? Emotions? But what stops love from beating? Hatred? Betrayal? Would his love began to bleed like a heart when it gets ripped out of his chest? Who can say that their hearts can still beat, when it was cut out and rip into pieces?

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

"Let me stay here with you." Faith sighed as her eyes drifted toward the endless golden horizon. "There are things bigger than you and me, Gracie," she said softly, as though she were speaking to both the wind and her sister. "Things we don't always understand. But listen to me... don't trust your heart the way I trusted mine." "What do you mean?" Grace blinked, confused. Faith turned her gaze back to her and replied. "The heart is a beautiful liar. It tells you what you want to feel, not what you need to hear. I let mine blind me, and I paid for it. But you... you still have time to choose differently."

Shaking his head in denial, he rejected the entire truth. Victor sighed and knew that his boss was one stubborn man and wouldn’t believe without proof. He pulled his phone out and tapped something on the screen. Zooming out a video, he showed it to Charles. “No one is lying here, sir. She indeed got a heart attack and not just that, but a psychogenic heart attack, which means she was stressed beyond her tolerance. And that triggered her heart this way.”

“Then that's the one I am talking about, wait..!, you didn't know about her heart condition” My jaw dropped and my eyes widened in shock as I heard the doctor's words. My body felt weighed down by the crushing news. I stumbled back, trying to balance, a wave of weakness washed over my legs, leaving them trembling. “Doctor, can you please explain more”, Liam asked. “Mia has a very rare heart condition, Anxiety induced Cardiomyopathy, a condition where chronic anxiety and stress can lead to weakening of the heart muscle, which sometimes leads to heart failure”.

Of course it came to this. "Then I'll get married," she snapped. Gregory's smile widened. "But not to someone you pick." Because Alina didn't believe in love. Not anymore. Not in a world where contracts mattered more than loyalty and betrayal came wrapped in blood ties and boardroom handshakes. Love was weakness, and weakness got you devoured. That night, rage still simmering in her veins, Alina found herself in the last place anyone would expect: a dive bar on the city's edge.

“And where, exactly, am I supposed to find a wife in a few weeks? That’s absurd.” “I may have given them the impression that your personal status wasn’t an obstacle, sir.” Lucien’s gaze sharpened. “And why would you do that, Evelyn?” She swallowed, glancing down at the papers in her hand. “It wasn’t a well-thought-out decision, sir. We’ve been waiting on this deal for years, and Mr. Reynard isn’t exactly the kind of man who accepts excuses or delays. I panicked.” Lucien leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Then you must have a brilliant idea on how we’re going to execute such a lie.”

I asked him, pushing away from his chest as my eyes sparkled. “Oh really?” he asked, and I modded excitingly. “So when someone say, I love you from the deepest part of my heart, I am going to assume they are lying cause you can't love someone from your heart. You only feel it cause your brain makes you feel. It produces a sort of hormones in the Hypothalamus...” From that moment on. All I did was ramble in the middle of the parking lot, my smile widening as I explained my knowledge to Nico who listened.