Novel & Cerita Longing Hearts

Listening to her smug, self-righteous words, James’s fists clenched tighter. Yes, he had figured it out too late. The shattered glass cut deeper into his hand, blood dripping steadily onto the floor. With trembling fingers, he traced a single number in his own blood on the broken mirror, “7”. Only seven days left.

Two Lonely Hearts That night, Daniel sat on the balcony, staring at the dark roads, while miles away, Amira lay curled on her bed, clutching her pillow like it could stop her from shattering. Both thinking of the same moments. The same smiles. The same almost-kiss in the garden. The same comfort. The same ache. Two people in the same city, under the same sky— but separated by power, fear, and heartbreak. But even in their pain, something remained alive. A pull. A longing. A truth too strong to bury. Love doesn’t die quietly. And this love— their love— was not done fighting. Not yet.

Chapter 53: Lisa's pov Two days. That’s how long it had been since I’d last seen him. Two long, torturous days filled with silence, guilt, and longing. The mansion had become a hollow, frozen place in his absence. Every room felt colder, every hallway stretched longer, like time itself had slowed down just to torture me. Even the walls seemed to echo with his absence—whispers of footsteps that no longer came, the ghost of a voice that had once made my heart race.

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

I say softly “The big slow heartbeat under everything,” he says, his eyes still fixed on the mountain. “It’s beating… but it’s lonely. It misses us.” A shiver moves through my body, though the air stays still. Him too, it touches - same feeling, just deeper than sight. Not imagined, more like knowing without words. Kieran approaches. “The path to the Heart is not for the faint of foot. It is a full day’s climb to the sacred cleft.”

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]

" Just leave me alone Drake. That's all you can do to help me out." He looks hurt by my outburst. He came close to me making my heart almost jump out of my chest. His closeness is really affecting me a lot. Please stay away from me Drake. Seeing you just makes me confused and I don't know what I want to do. "How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us."

Soloman stood outside the patio door next to his bedroom listening to the shower run. He took a long draw of his cigarillo and allowed the smoke to linger in his mouth, hoping the subtle scent would calm the blood that sizzled through his veins. The blood that raged through his cock and demanded he stalk into his washroom, drag Riley wet and dripping out of the shower and make her his woman.

Dari was homesick. She missed her family so much that her heart hurts. this was the longest she had stayed without hearing from her father or seeing the rest of the family. Dari called her sister Lily and asked her to talk to their father and plead with him to accept her back into the family. The next day she was surprised to get a call from her father himself. It was a short call, he had simply told her to be there on Sunday for her niece's birthday.

It was a kiss that held everything unspoken between us… anger, longing, resentment, and a fierce kind of passion that made my head spin. His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that matched my own. I gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against mine, the tension between us melting into something hotter, something that neither of us could deny anymore. When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, and his gaze was locked on mine, filled with an intensity that left me breathless. “You’re right,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Maybe it isn’t my business. But damn it, Jacqueline… it feels li