Mha Heart Hands Novels & Stories

“Ms. Blake?” Her gaze flicked to the driver—older, built like a wall, eyes locked on the road ahead. Security detail. Private. Not government, not corporate… at least, not the kind she usually dealt with. “Yes?” she replied evenly. The man handed her a slim black envelope, the weight of it almost nothing in her palm. “From a mutual acquaintance. You’ll want to read it somewhere private.” Before she could speak, the window glided back up. The sedan merged into the light traffic and disappeared into the rain-slick street.

He just nodded. "So daughter and her dad are here?" Ma's voice came from the doorway. She was looking so elegant in her maroon silk saree. I went to her. At first she just stared at me. Then took a tinge of kohl from her eyes and put it on my nape. She cupped my right cheek and said, "I hope you find all the happiness that you deserve Aru". I hugged both of them tightly. Only if they knew.... ~✿~✿~✿~

All Hearts! "

His hand moved mine to the tip and I felt the slide of wetness there. He swallowed heavily, and his cheek dropped to rest against the top of my head. We both watched our hands move, what we were doing hidden beneath the fabric, stroking along him. His body was hot against my side and his heartbeat unsteadily against my ear. I put my other arm around his narrow waist to hold him to me.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

Christopher was already wrapping his hands—precise, clean work, finger by finger. “Say the anchors,” he told Aria. Aria took out a small card and read slowly, calmly: “One: you’re not alone. Two: your breath is yours. Three: the ropes are boundaries, not enemies. Four: the first punch doesn’t matter—the last decision does. Five: whoever came this far with you, you want to see them after the fight too.” Kai nodded at each line. He didn’t repeat it, just listened. The wrap settled into place. Aria pulled on the gloves—tight, but not cruel.

There was even a police car there. Someone in the crowd was patting himself on the left chest as he said, "Oh god, I nearly got a heart attack! A couple had been pushing and pulling by the roadside, and a speeding car sent them both flying!" I felt my chest tighten. "Are they alright?" someone else asked curiously. "I don't know. The ambulance just got them a while ago. Maybe they're still alive?" I heaved a small sigh of relief. Then, I quickened my footsteps to leave the place.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

He growls the words out with a mix of annoyance and fascination. Without thinking, I push his hands which are still trailing the side of my lips, off and shoot a glare at him. "My apologies if your inappropriate touching makes me a little excited, Christian," I mutter, already hating myself for pushing his hand off. I want his hand back on me. It feels so insanely good, I can't believe I've ever lived without something that good. It's like his hands have been made to touch me because just that little gesture has me breathless.

“I swear to God I’m not lying this time.” Aaron said to the bodyguard, “Please bring Annabelle out." Soon, the bodyguard brought Annabelle out. Mia was a little surprised to see Annabelle, who took the microphone from Mia’s hand and greeted the crowd. “Hello, everyone. My name is Annabelle. I used to work as an intern with Ms. Wendell at Crest Empire. At that time, I went astray because I was in urgent need of money and did some things I shouldn’t have done. For the sake of my future, I put all the blame on Ms. Wendell.