My Heart Was Once Yours Novel の小説・ストーリー

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.

I cared for you, ever since I saw you, you became my heartbeat, and now that you're gone, my heart forgot it's beat. ---- This is the end of part one, the second part of the book will be uploaded soon after some days. Please support me as much as you can. I'd really appreciate it, and you guys mean the world to me <3 Okay, won't bore you more, I hope you liked the book so far. Thanks, V:)

I spoke softly, gently caressing his chest, my fingers tracing the rhythm of his heartbeat. "Oh, I actually have one of those!" He gently took hold of my hands, cradling them against his heart. The sensation of his body beneath mine had intensified significantly. "You make a compelling argument," I said, marveling at how all the events and experiences had brought us to this moment, with all the suffering and hardships along the way. A single choice altered the entire course of my existence. It seemed like destiny had played a role in my decision to leave my home pack and end up with Frederick.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

And not with that sharp, intimidating air he wore in business—he was more like a sad puppy, showing up outside my apartment all the time. "I'm starving," he'd complain. "Then go eat!" I'd shoot back. "I'm exhausted." "Then go to bed!" "I missed you…" And before I could come up with another retort, his kiss fell, sudden and overwhelming. "Aurora," he whispered against my lips, "I really, really missed you." My eyes burned, and before I knew it, I was holding him just as tightly as he held me. On my birthday, Michael took me to Sorrowin Lake. Snow covered the frozen ground, and the whole world was quiet and shining. Right there, he went down on one knee.

Yvonne's eyes widened, despair and regret filling her gaze. "I was wrong, Will. I know I was wrong…" she wailed. "Please, I'm begging you. For the sake of what we once had, let me go this once…" "Let you go?" I loosened my grip, pulled out a photograph from my pocket, and tossed it onto her face. The picture showed me carrying Yvonne on my back when she passed out drunk in the snow five years ago.

"I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate." The words hit me so hard like a physical blow. I screamed as the pain tore through me, clutching at my heart as if it might stop the agony. I haven't felt this kind of pain in my life. This was way stronger than any heartbreak. I felt like after this moment, there was no point living. A rush of drain through my vein like I’m being stripped off my life. I didn't want this. I never asked for it either. But what choice do I have? To realise my mate, only to be rejected by him on the same night? Can my days ever be better?

I've seen this scene a hundred times-glamorous polish-but it now feels strange, like visiting a foreign place where I'm unwelcome. I continue to move through the crowd. Heels click softly on marble floors; my eyes scan the faces, searching for him. I am witnesses to all sorts of smiles, conversations, and sadly, none belong to him. My heart beats faster with each passing second, while the silence within me grows louder. Where is he?

In short, they were almost the same in every character they obtain. Their hearts were both cold and confused but when they meet again after their long separation, their hearts decided their society. It was their hearts that made frantic beats aiming at each other! “Hmmm... That's what I love to hear from you...” Arkael praised and nodded in satisfaction.