My Heart Stereo Novels & Stories

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.

"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!"

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

she called, hastily grabbing the fallen papers. But the moment she saw what was written, a flicker of shock crossed her face. Reyn took the document from her hands, bringing it closer as he read aloud, "Heart of the Wolfkin… Secondary surgery for replacement with a mechanical heart…"

Rissa asked her father Leonardo Acosta. Leonardo Acosta is the CEO and founder of the Acosta empire. He is fourty years old and is married with one daughter. He's a very cute and well built strong man. He is a man who most ladies are still after because of the way he is. He doesn't even look his age at all.

Soon after, Aurelie was forced to go with Harlem to a recording studio within the company's premises. It is spacious and almost as big as the room occupied by the groups. It has a nameplate that says MBS Records. MBS Records is an in-house record label, music production platform and publisher of MBS in Asia. Artists signed to this record label are not necessarily managed by MBS itself. Harlem opened the door for Aurelie like a gentleman and she entered quietly. She stopped in her tracks after seeing a few men inside talking, the reason Harlem accidentally bumped on her.

' 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

I fell to my knees clutching my chest, tears cascading through my face. "It's OK, I got you, just breath" A gentle hand lifted my head up and while another was rubbing my back, "In and out, again, yes just like that, one more time, you can do it". I heard some muffled voices in the back but I couldn't concentrate on them. I needed to breathe and to calm my rattling heart down.

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.