My Heart Novels & Stories

No one ever told her what went wrong, not her parents, not his. Everyone just went silent, as if the truth had been buried with the past. She never fully recovered. The heartbreak shaped her—made her swear off love entirely. Until she met Noah. At first, she didn’t trust him. She kept waiting for the moment he’d walk away too. But Noah was gentle, patient. He treated her like she was something fragile and precious. By their second year together, she finally believed he wouldn’t hurt her.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

I added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

“Earlier, you said you feel like we’re in different worlds, but you’re wrong. Values can vary from person to person. “I can be high and mighty, but I can also lower my profile for the person I like. If you think it’s unfair to drag me into your so-called world, I can level your world so that there’s no turning back. That way, you can come to mine with ease.” He raised his eyebrow and added, “In fact, there has never been your world or my world; we live in the same world. The human heart is the best weapon to control a person. As long as there are feelings, no barrier can’t be broken through. The reason you’re dividing us into two different worlds is that your trust in me isn’t enough to supp

My heart raced as I clutched my phone, unable to shake the harrowing thoughts of what could happen to my mother. My mother suffered from a severe heart condition. There was a hole in her heart that weakened it with each passing day. The only hope for extending her life was a heart transplant. We searched tirelessly for a donor match, but unfortunately, none could be found. We were left with no choice but to rely on her medication to keep her alive.

KIVA I stared up at him, unable to look away. "The only reason I didn't completely lose my goddamn mind when everything started falling apart…" He tapped his chest once, right over his heart. "Was you." Another tap. "This." His voice broke on the last word. "This thing only beats for you." I placed my hand over his where it rested against his chest. "Only you." He pressed my hand harder against him. "You give it life." I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, strong and fast and unmistakably alive. My eyes filled completely, spilling over.

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.

My mind is scared of him, screaming that this is not normal. My heart is scared FOR him. Whispering that some traumatic event must have caused it. That he’s hurting. Damaged.

~*JUNE*~ What the fuck is wrong with my heart? Why can’t it stop beating so damn fast? Ever since I left Mr. Macaulay’s office, it’s been pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. Each beat slams through my chest like a freight train barreling downhill, completely out of control, with no brakes and absolutely no signs of slowing the hell down. I swear to God, I’m starting to think I’m about to have a heart attack.

Maybe there really is something wrong with me, because every single time I give someone my heart, they crush it in their fists and leave me bleeding around their feet. My heart is probably made of wool.