My Heart I Surrender Novels & Stories

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.

Like me, who can't guess what's in his heart, how he feels about me. But one thing I know... In my eyes, there is only him... In my heart, his name is written... Even in every prayer I utter, I always hope he becomes my man... Yet You has spoken, that what I like may not be good for me, and what I don't like might be right for me... So now I decide to surrender... Because reaching him seems impossible... So I let my heart find solace elsewhere... Because I can't wait anymore. Because I'm not that patient...

Three months into our marriage, I was cooking dinner when I noticed that every plate, bowl, and cup in the house was smaller than standard dinnerware. That slight difference mattered. Every time I lifted a bowl or wrapped my hand around a cup, I had to adjust my grip to the tighter curve. I held up two bowls of different sizes and asked Damian Moretti why. He said they had simply been custom-made for the Family. That night, a torrential downpour left me stranded at the station after I finished handling Family business. Across the street, inside a restaurant, Damian held a bite of steak to the lips of the young woman opposite him, then gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth. The

At the beginning of the hallway leading to my bedroom, I heard it. It invaded my senses and carried my heart along with it until I had no choice but to surrender to its pull. Each breath was intentional, and each melody pulled me back to simpler times. Simpler times that I wished I could run back to. My heartbeats no longer agreed to regulate under my little exercise, and I had given up the fight, allowing my hands to fall to my sides. For the first time today, I didn’t want to do anything other than surrender. Opening the doors to my bedroom, my eyes met the source of my enchantment.

"I'm sorry for not trusting you. I closed my eyes tightly, hiding myself in the darkness caused by that. But no matter what I do, the shots still escape my eyes. "I'm sorry for going against your words, for trying to end my life even knowing that it's wrong. I'm sorry for being weak. I'm sorry..." I whispered accompanied by tears. "I'm surrendering. Everything left in me, I'm lifting it all to You. I'm surrendering my life to You."

Clearly, he wasn’t expecting me. I stared up at him for a few long seconds. He stared at me too, without any words. Slowly, I got down on my knees. My eyes didn’t leave his. I couldn’t look away. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice husky. “I surrender to you, Roy,” I said softly, feeling my heart pounding harder. “Make me yours forever, please,” I pleaded, desperation in my voice.

I thought he would actually have a heart but instead, he cracked the gun and pointed it at me, my heartbeat increased. “I told you to shut it or I will shut it for you, what gave you the right to tell me if I have a heart or want to negotiate with you.” “Please…” I raised my hands to surrender and was on my knees begging, he pulled the trigger and I closed my eyes, can’t believe this will be my end. TBC

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

The way she held herself too tightly, like she had been told her whole life that her voice belonged only to God, never to her. “Your gift doesn’t come from force,” he said softly. “It comes from surrender.” The word slid between them like a blade. She swallowed. “How do I surrender?” His eyes flickered a question she hadn’t meant to ask, yet one he had no easy answer for. “Breathe,” he said. He stepped closer. Eliora’s pulse fluttered at the base of her throat. Not from fear. From awareness. He lifted one hand slowly enough for her to step back if she wished.

“The bond between hearts is forged through sacrifice. But true sovereignty requires a willing wound.” Selene stumbled back, rage clawing up her throat. “I didn’t come here to choose who dies. I came here to end this!” “Then choose, Princess of Thorns,” the voice replied. “Give your heart to save his life—or break the bond to spare your soul.” Her breath hitched. A memory surged. Sebastian’s voice. His touch. His betrayal. Damien’s arms. His fire. His war for her. Her mother’s eyes in her final moments.