My Heart Novels & Stories

Every time she tried to shape what she felt into words or short sentences, she failed miserably, eventually falling silent and staring blankly at the lifeless objects around her. It felt like trying to fit the sea inside a bottle. They say thoughts do not live only in the head. They also live in the soul, the heart, the stomach, everywhere. And the greatest proof was the cramping in her stomach now, the faint pain in her lower abdomen—as though the stomach had become the headquarters of emotion instead of the mind or the heart. Then she felt that her heart had become heavy. Full. So full it felt as though it might explode. She felt sadness.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

I smiled. . . "Good, now go back to work." I said and walk away and I got into my work. . . . But, whatever I was doing, I was just thinking about him. . . I just don't know why My Heart Is Making Noise. why my heart is not going Here and There Only Stepping Towards him. . Just In A Moment What Did Happen To my heart When Our Eyes Meet There Was My Heart Lost. He's There Surrounded By people who loves him, appreciate him.

He asked and looked at me again with his annoyingly charming grin. "What?!" I was asking that a lot today. "You painted me a heart," he simply answered, without a hint of anger in his voice. "You painted mine."

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

It beats fast and is pounding hard inside my chest. I don't want this. I don't like how my heart reacted to his damn tears.