My Heart Novels & Stories

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

Wondering if the heartache will ever go away, Lili tried everythig to free her mind of TJ Finnegan, but it wasn't working. She was truly miserable. She was numb to the world around her and she desperately wanted him back but she was just to scared to give it another chance. She felt that she was protecting herself and wasn't willing to risk her safety for her happiness. So life went on and she was slowly dying on the inside. She couldn't concentrate and she was way behind on her next book.

Brave I perceived a knife stabbed unswerving into my chest. The pointed tip of the knife landed through the skin of my heart. I am certain that very moment my heart does not wish to continue. Damn, my heart breaks. Oh man it is very painful. My heart is pounding very weak. It feels like my heart admits defeat and does not want to fight anymore. I couldn’t stop crying.

' He switched off the lamp and lay back. 'I feel so lame for hoping for something' Vivian thought. She turned her back towards him and he turned towards her. She could hear his breath on her neck and feel his heartbeat on her back. 'Kirito's heart,' She thought as she closed her eyes 'It beats for someone else, I know that. I know that I should not do this but, I can't listen to my heart. And my heart hates me' - To be continued

Pure and vulnerable. My throat tightened, and I forced myself to swallow the lump forming there. “Loving me right now… it’ll only break you. I don’t have anything left to give. My heart’s still learning how to beat properly again.” “Then don’t do anything,” he whispered. “Just stay still. Stay still while I love you.” My heart dropped. It was beating erratically, like it didn’t know whether to run or fall. “And Eva?” I asked finally, the calm in my voice barely disguising the storm within.

The heart is the central organ of blood circulation, which in the lower body is simply a dilation of a vessel, and in the upper body is muscular, contractile, and has two, three, or four chambers that adequately support its function. However, on the other hand, there is something that will never help and is quite clear: the intermittent pain felt in response to words that tear apart. That's how the heart felt, whose beats were screaming to stop. His brown gaze remained fixed on that spot where Katherina was before she left and uttered those words.

God, is this payback? My heart wasn't tired of the somersaults, but my mind was certainly tired of overworking. My body was getting weaker from the number of skips my heart was taking. I was getting dizzy as well, like I was developing high blood pressure. Just a few more minutes, I'd be free to find him anywhere he is and then ask him. I can't live with this. He might not know it, but I had a delicate heart. I wasn't being figurative, I was being literal. It was one of the reasons I steeled myself. If I'm stubborn and hard, I won't have much to worry about because my heart will be strong enough t

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

HAYLEE ~<>~ My heart was pounding, relentless and deafening. It raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing in my ears like a relentless drum. The faster it soared, the louder the sound became, drowning out everything else. Every piece of bad news I received—from people I trusted, people I thought wouldn’t give up on me—caused it to thud harder, as if my chest itself were breaking apart. When I heard that there was no other way, it shattered me more profoundly than words can express.

I wished so badly that this was all just some horrible nightmare but the pain in my chest confirmed otherwise. My heart is hurting a lot, it hurts too much for this to just be a dream.