Love's Heartbeat Novels & Stories

"Yes Aunt,I was just caught off guard by what you said. You are a mistaken Aunt. I'm not in love with him. Maybe I'm starting to see him differently than the monster I once thought he was, but I'm certainly not in love with him. Don't you think it is next to impossible for him to even consider me in that manner?" "Have you heard how excited you sound when talking about him? It takes a woman in love to speak about a man in the manner you just did, my dear. Maybe you haven't realized that yet, but sooner or later, you will." "Uhm…..! I got to go now Aunt. I will try and come see you."I said nervously and hung up immediately. I put my hand on my chest and felt it beating so fast I could almost

“Oh? Then, how do you think love can last forever?” Danielle poked his chest on the left and said, “One’s heart. Only true hearts can make love last forever.” Karl nodded seriously. “Mm, as expected of you, Ms. Wendell. I learned something new.” “Why are you trolling me?” Danielle poked his abdomen shyly. “You’re so bad.” Karl chuckled and pulled her into his arms. “I’m acknowledging what you said.” Danielle wrapped her arms around his neck. “Although I don’t want to hang a lock, there’s something I must do in such a romantic place.”

Still, his eyes stayed fixed on me, unwilling to close. Blood poured from the wound on his back, staining my hands bright red. I held him tightly, my fingers trembling as my tears fell in silence. I was overwhelmed by anger and an indescribable, complicated pain. Once we arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed him into emergency surgery. Thanks to quick action, he was narrowly saved from death. Still, the injury was severe, particularly to his heart. He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal.

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

His thumb brushed gently over my cheekbone, a soft, stroking caress. I couldn’t breathe. My hands, acting on their own, came up. One settled over his, holding it against my face. The other came to rest on his chest, right over his heart. I could feel the strong, steady beat through the soft cotton of his shirt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. “Elliot,” he breathed, my name a sigh. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. “You called. How could I not come?”

But as I traced the edge of his wound, I felt it. "Dominic," I whispered, sliding my hand over his heart. "The hum. It’s a sound frequency. If we match our heartbeats to the dissonance... we can override it." He looked at me, his violet eyes darkening with a sudden, sharp hunger. He pulled me closer, his hand sliding into my hair, his touch possessing and reverent. We began to move, not as patients, but as lovers, our hearts syncing to the rhythmic thrum of the walls. It was a dance of deception. We kissed, and the kiss was a map, a desperate attempt to imprint ourselves onto each other so deeply that not even a memory wipe could erase the feeling of our skin.

He pulled me closer and stared deep in my eyes. My hands lingered on his chest, and my expensive diamond shone in my face, while my eyes searched his thoroughly, hoping to see even a little hint of love, but there was none. I realized then that his ring was all I was going to have, his heart would ever belong to that b*tch. She is back and, despite everything she’s done to him, Asher will never stop loving her. He will always choose her…

' I snapped at her. She howled and dug her claws into my mind as deeply as she could. I focused on the feel of Carson's arms around me. He was holding me tight against him. I had my head resting on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady. I smiled thinking his heartbeat sounded like waves underwater. Carson kissed my cheek and nipped my ear. He whispered, "My heart beats for you honey. Every beat has your name embedded. I love you so much Celly."

How? How do I let this love heal my heart?

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th