Lock U In My Heart Novels & Stories

“ Our love is so evident , is such a beautiful feeling………How can we just forget it ? Even if your mind tells you to forget will your heart really forget ?…..Cause mine won’t . Not only is my heart filled with you but your name is also engraved on it . I can never forget , not even if you torture me . If you want me to forget then the only way is to dig my heart out of my chest . I don’t want a heart without you in it . “ said Massimo holding her hand placing it on his chest . Luna could feel his heartbeat increase . His heart beating so fast like it would get out of his chest . Massimo looked at her reluctant to let her go but he felt so powerless that even just a push from her but before le

Some were new, their gold sheen untouched by time, while others were weathered, the names on them faded but still present, still there. She tilted her head, watching Lucian with curiosity as he pulled something from his pocket. “Here,” he said, holding up a small padlock. Aurora blinked. “What’s that?” Lucian smirked. “A love lock.” She gave him a skeptical look. “You do realize we’re not a normal couple, right?” “I know.” His voice was light, teasing. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t leave something behind.” Aurora bit her lip, glancing between him and the thousands of locks already clinging to the bridge. It was ridiculous.

"You left me once. What if she comes back? What if you do the same thing all over again?" Her voice cracks slightly, and I see the tears she’s trying so hard to hold back. I give her hand a small squeeze. "Lisa, look at me." My voice is soft, coaxing. Her gaze slowly lifts, her brown eyes locking with mine. "Listen to me," I whisper. "Not to the doubts or the fears. Just listen to my heart. Feel it." I press her hand to my chest, hoping she can sense the steady rhythm of my heartbeat beneath her palm.

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."

I slightly laughed "I do. I don’t mind wearing two lockets at the same time." "Really, because if you don’t then I will buy you something else." I shook my head fiercely and clutched the little box to my chest protectively. "I love it, and I love you," I said honestly. He grinned. "I love you too, Maya." I grinned and gripped the locket, releasing the little catch to open it, only to find a bad cut-out photo of us had been placed inside. My heart swelled because of the effort he went to. He must have sorted through many photos just to find one that semi-fitted in there, but the top of his head was cut off, as my was chin.

I didn't really intend to do that, I was just putting it off, since I didn't want to argue about it at that hour, after the events of the night. "Vivi, I know you're not going to let your guard down at another time and I need to enjoy the now. I will no longer postpone what I have to say to you" His conviction was visible in his features and I was already prepared to leave the room and leave him talking alone, when I heard him say, "I love you, Vivi." I immediately stopped the movement towards the exit door of the room and my heart even failed a beat, I'm sure. I think my expression denounced me because he repeated.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"Yaya, did you figure something out? Is that why you're staying? If you do, you'll end up like us—ugly, twisted." I blinked. "So? You're not ugly. Don't you love me? Don't you want us to be together forever?" He shook his head. "It's because I love you that I won't let you lose yourself. You said people are waiting for you. You have to go back." Then— He raised the sharp cross... and slammed it into his own chest. Pulled out a heart. And shoved it into one of the keyholes. Click. One lock opened. Even that smug voice cracked.

Everyone knew it. The giant HeartLock logo glowed behind the stage. One last performance. One last lie. Orion walked into the spotlight. His usual smile never appeared. Instead, he looked directly into the main camera. And said: “Good evening.” The audience quieted immediately. Because something felt different. Orion took a breath. Then continued. “For seven seasons, HeartLock promised love.” Silence spread through the arena. “For seven seasons, we asked people to trust us.” Another pause. Then—

"Why did you open the Mind Link today and then cut it off?" My heart leaped into my throat. He knew? Before I could answer, he quickly offered me an excuse, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Was your control unstable? Did you do it by accident?" He tightened his arms. "Next time you're not feeling well, just call my Beta to pick you up." He gently turned me over to face him and lowered his head to kiss me. The movement was light. It held a clumsy tenderness and restraint that he himself didn't seem to notice.