My Heart Novels & Stories

So, she did the only thing she could think of - she turned her gaze, breaking the spell that held her captive. She wanted to be away from him, to escape the emotions that swirled inside her, but her heart thought otherwise. It pleaded with her to hold on, to listen to his heart and not his words, to hope that he would apologize for hurting her previously. She waited desperately for a response, her ears straining to hear the words that would give her comfort, that would make sense of the chaos that had become her life.

They both huffed and snuggled into Carson stealing glances and sticking out their tongues. "They cannot stay apart". The whole family witnessed it from the living room and smiled at them. "Yeah. They are the heart, mind and soul of each other". And that was the ultimate truth. ----- Tabby

ACE I was furious, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle that it couldn't be heard from the gate. No one speaks to Aella that way, no one is allowed to talk about her. They don't know what it took me to bring her here, they don't know how much I hated sharing her with humans.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

Her chest heaved, her breasts pushing against the soft knit of her sweater. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt then whipped the thing off over his head. Her eyes widened and he knew she saw the tattoo across his heart. It was an infinity symbol with her name making up one of the curves, angel wings another. He'd had it done one night after he'd left her. Too much tequila and too much self-pity and he had a permanent reminder of what he'd lost. Girlfriends over the years hadn't liked it, but he'd never thought seriously about having it changed. She'd always been his heart and always would be. She pushed up on an elbow and reached up a hand to trace th

I froze. My heαrt, which hαd lifted for α single second, dropped so fαst it hurt. “You…” My voice crαcked‚ my hαnd trembling αs I touched my stomαch αgαin. “You reαlly don’t hαve α heαrt‚ do you?”

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

Russell’s voice was calm, but there was something hopeful in his eyes. “We want to know if you’d consider giving us another chance.” I stared at him then slowly whispered. “A chance?” Russell nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced. “You mean… like before?” Russell shook his head slowly. “No.” He stepped even closer. “Something more serious this time.” My heart skipped a bit. “What kind of serious?” Russell’s lips curved slightly. “Russell…” “Yeah?” “This is a lot.” Russell nodded. “I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."