My Heart Was Once Yours Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thanks to all of you who read this book to the very end. Novel may not remember anything, but her heart knows she belongs to Alexei. Love is beautiful, and I hope each of you finds a love that fills your heart with happiness—a love your heart can recognize even when your mind cannot. Thank you all for your support. You can also check out my other book, I'm Your Brother's Wife, Dear Ace. Thank you! 😊

She cries softly into my ear, her tears leaving traces of sorrow on our cheeks. On autopilot, I return her embrace, but it lacks the warmth and depth that hers carries. Seeing everyone in this room with me, not really fighting for me, has taken away a piece of my heart that was once theirs. I find it difficult to express the new sensations as it savagely grips my heart with its chilling touch. Where it once embraced the light, it is now enveloped in shadows filled with sorrow.

This book is a piece of me, and now, it’s also a piece of you. Until the next story… With all my heart, Clara. J. Stari

“Do the Blood Moon pack have something to do with these rumours of yours?” “I–“ he cut himself off. His chest stirred, in the very place he had thought would never ache or lust or love ever again. Something snapped into place beside his heart: an echo of his own heartbeat, thumping out a secondary rhythm alongside his own. It settled, warm and soft as summer rain down his breastbone.

My lungs burned; my veins felt like they were on fire. Through the haze, I saw the entity looming over me, massive now, its form unraveling like smoke in a storm. Every piece of it screamed with agony and longing. I raised my hand. The mark on my chest blazed with light. If the Heart had been born from hunger, then I would answer it with the only thing it didn’t understand, love. I thought of Roman, of Lira, Kael, and Janie, of every soul who had stood by me when they had every reason not to.

Someone like Jonathan, who had always been used to getting his way, had probably never been rejected before. Jonathan thought that Kylie’s survival was a gift—a second chance, a redemption of sorts from fate. But the truth was, Kylie had already stopped loving him. Perhaps she had once loved him. However, over the course of repeated misunderstandings and emotional struggles, that love had long been drained away. Love, once lost, couldn’t be regained. She quit her job, applied to study abroad in Altheria, and started over. Meanwhile, Jonathan quickly moved on to another engagement. Everyone had their own fates to compromise with.

I forgot where we were. “Are you okay?” Sean peeped on the entryway and looked at me. His singing stopped and was replaced by my loud heartbeat. Blush mode time. We did it, and that intimate memory made me coy towards him. 💕💕💕 @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

Feeling like I was about to break down right there in front of her, I turned around and walked away. My breathing quickened and I halted to a stop at the kitchen, my hands shot forward and clutched into the stool, trying to hold onto something and balance myself. Trying to stand up in the world that made its mission to beat me down. My mouth twisted in pain, remorse and regret and guilt spinning through my being. My heart hammering so hard I was pretty sure it'd beat right out of my chest, spilling out in a bleeding mess. Seemed fitting, because this heart only belonged to him. It belongs to Alex only and without him I don't want it to beat at all. No matter what happens, no matter where he

Love. And yet… the storm of his past was never far from my mind. First, there had been Isabella. The woman who had stolen a piece of his heart and left it shattered, leaving him cold and distant. The mere thought of her made me shiver, not out of fear, but because I understood — losing someone like that could haunt you forever. And now… Mira.