My Heart Novels & Stories

' Girl according to Irish. The whole week, Irise had tried every excuse to hang out with the Alpha, but the said Alpha was always busy. She missed the Alpha; she missed the pup. The pup had made a special place in her heart. She had acquired it all. Now that she rarely sees the pup, Irise's days are gloomy. She won't know what this feeling is, but her heart feels heavy in her chest. The scenarios run wild in her mind every time she knew that Aaron was with that girl.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

I feel my heart sink to the pit of my stomach when a message pops up with 'Soph' and a red heart next to her name. It can't be. Please, God, let my eyes be deceiving me.

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

It was a voice she could never forget, one she constantly heard even in her dreams so how could she forget it? She raised her head slowly to meet ink, dark eyes. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart raced like it was running a marathon. "E-ezekiel?" she called, a part of her hoping she was seeing things. "Its good that you didn't forget me" Ezekiel chuckled enjoying every expression that passed through her face. He leaned back on his seat and smiled. The kind of smile he had flashed at her five years ago after saying all of those harsh and horrible words, after dumping her...

The fact that my heart still hasn't let go is neither here nor there. The heart will always want what it wants, but there's a flip side to that coin. The heart is deceitful above all else, and that bitch is the first to give out when shit hits the fan. She's like a mischievous little sister who starts shit with someone else, then run away or hides behind you when things get real. So, my heart can want whatever the hell she wants, but I'm not playing that game.

"Oh, my dear!" Karen exclaimed as she entered her room after the hairdresser came out. "You're so beautiful, I could Cry. Oh, please don't break my cousin's heart, Candy." She didn't know if she would laugh at the irony of what she said. "Your cousin has no heart, Karen." instead she says. She waved her hand and pulled the tissue paper out of the box and gently touched the corner of her lips. "There's more lipstick," she whispered before staring at her. "Don't worry about Kenneth's attitude, Candy. It's only an armor, a protective shell."

I say. "Really? Then how am I even breathing," he says as he pulls my head close to his chest and I can hear his heart beat louder than ever. "Do you think I am heartless?" he says. "But your heart doesn't do anything except pumping the blood. There is no emotions, no feelings nothing at all," I say. "Heart is to pump blood. There is nothing else that it does. Tell me if there is any," he says. "It does. It thinks, it shows your emotions which you never know at all," I say.

Being in love meant having a heart, and I convinced myself mine stopped working long ago. But now when I close my eyes and the world becomes still, I feel it fluttering back to life.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur