My Heart Novels & Stories

"And the person in my heart is Jasmine. She's the only one who can be my bride." Tracy froze for a second, then raised her voice. "Then why do you miss every year?" … Edward stiffened. Tracy refused to let it go. "You clearly can hit Jasmine's handkerchief, but you choose to miss on purpose. Doesn't that mean you don't want to marry her? "If you don't want to marry her, then you must want to marry me. Otherwise, why would you treat me so well? Every time Jasmine and I argue, you always take my side. It's because you love me more!"

Even after two years nothing had changed , his heart rate still sped up when he heard her name and he still missed her like crazy , no matter how hard he tried to hate her for leaving he still couldn't because he washwas hopelessly in love with her and for that reason alone he never wanted to become someone who would try to hold her back or lock her in a cage infact she couldn't be caged . What drew him to her was her personality in a society where people including him were afraid to be themselves or make mistakes because of how harshly they'd be judged , she didn't mind the rumours and she didn't spread them , she lived life like everyday was the last , she'd showed him that life could be f

“ What is your dream?” “ I dream to become a good teacher and make my parents and grandmother proud of me. To give them a comfortable life. But......” Danielle paused and tears fell down from her eyes. She remembered her parents and grandmother again. Her heart felt pain and sorrow just by remembering them. It's her weakness. Anthony felt that Danielle was crying at his back. He wanted to turn to face her and comfort her but he just clenched his fist. Why do I soften when this girl cries? What's happening to me? My heart felt broken to hear her sobbing at my back. He thought.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

His harsh words stung her like a bee’s painful sting, before she could utter another word or do anything, her lips were roughly covered by his in a forceful kiss When your heart forces you to believe that you’re falling apart, seek help from you mind, Coz whoever said “Think from heart” forgot that messages to heart are transmitted from mind All Hearts !!

He got up to come around my chair and rested his hands on both side of the chair. "He has nothing to do with that, and you are not that important to know about." My heart clenched as I said that. "Ah, that stung a little. But as you said, I'm not that important. So it doesn’t matter if I work for you or not, right? I can see that, this is gonna work out well, Evie." "Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

"I know what you were going to ask just now." "Hah, how?" I questioned because even if we have marked each other there is no way he would have known what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking about this question at all. That's why I wanted to know how he knew about what I was going to ask. "Well for starters we are now connected. Also, I can understand everything about you by now. So it isn't hard to know that you wanted to ask about my heart. I guess you have heard all those false theories that all those ignorant humans spread in their spare time. Well, they are quite off actually, this is because my heart was like this ever since

said Eva with tears in her eyes. I felt my heart break as she left. She was supposed to call her mom to pick her up and she didn't call her, she was just walking as if her heart had been cut out. It started to rain and the street to get out of my housing development was long. From the door I could see her farther and farther away and I felt less and less like walking.

The heart is a strange thing, with a hundred different avenues leading in and out with each breath, each steady pump, and so many chambers. I didn’t really understand that until this very moment. That there were so many different little pockets to this one organ that, up until a few seconds ago, was just the thing that made me live.

Dear Lord, help my poor heart. “What?” I asked. My heart thumping so loud that I’m wishing he wouldn’t hear it. He chuckled and my heart kept skipping a beat. Damn, how is my heart able to do that? How is it able to give me multiple skipped beats? Isn’t that a disease already? “Stop looking at other girls ogling at me.” His voice was so husky. I could just shut my eyes. My insides are about to explode with his words. Damn! “I’m not.” I tried to deny even though I know it’s of no use.