Nick Nelson Heartstopper Novels & Stories

A kiss wouldn’t hurt’ ‘That is like forcing her!!! She can’t even see u!!! She is blind-sided!!!' ‘Just a tiny little peck on the lower lips…that should satisfy your craving towards her until the day you do propose’ He swiftly licks his lower lips, intrigued at the idea of temporary gratification yet stalling behind the bush his angel has grown. One is slowly overweighing the other, cued by his raising heartbeat and shallow breath. Tempted for that little peck, he reaches out his other hand and grabs the back of her neck, ever so gently. The warmth of a big, rough hand wrapping the nape of her neck made Sarah’s heartbeat race twice as fast.

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.

"What the hell? What are you doing, hey!" It's so sweet that makes him lose his mind for a while. “Are you in heat?” He asked but the girl didn’t respond as if she can’t hear him. “Shit! This is dangerous for me.” He knows he needs to get out of the room quickly but there’s something he can’t name that keeps pulling him towards the girl, as if it’s calling for him and begging. He needs to get away from here because if he didn't, he knows that he will do something that he will regret after. He covered his nose while trying to cover the girl with a blanket he picked up somewhere.

Still, my heart ached at how he didn't put any effort into hiding the disdain in his voice. Instead of dying, I had been transported ten years back in time. Suppressing the sour sensation bubbling in my heart, I stared unblinkingly at the face that I had been longing to see for the last decade. "I know that the one you love is Emily. She's the one you want to marry, right?" James frowned slightly, his eyes growing wary. "What does it matter if you know? I'm warning you. You better not try any funny business behind my back, or I'll—"

We proved that the greatest commitment isn't made in a moment of happiness, but in a decade of despair. "I love you, Adrian Cole," I whispered. "And I love you, Amelia Hayes Cole," he returned, his eyes shining with an unwavering promise. "The contract was temporary, but this—this is forever."

They danced on, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, in a dance that seemed to go on forever. The music stopped, and the room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the dancers. Collins and Isabelle ended their dance with a kiss, their lips lingering together as the lights shone down on them, highlighting their black and white attire. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere electric, as if the entire room was holding its breath. As they broke apart, Collins' eyes gleamed with intensity, his gaze burning into hers with a fierce passion. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

I was almost hyperventilating at the thought when the heaven parted and out the doors came the golden trio: Nate Herond, Seth Lorde and John Smith- aka Bear. The three stars of the current football team. All of them huge, tall and build. Handsome and physically perfect, like any girl here in Roosevelt would be eager to certify. Ever since they became seniors, if feels like the whole high school belongs to them. Usually I wouldn't had minded about who stood as the most popular, but since I couldn't stand Nate it only added to the list of things that made him insufferable. Now or never, Hailey. Pushing my racing heart aside; I surpassed my shyness to attract their attention, knowing it was ine

That's when she saw something that burst her bubble of happiness. On the refrigerator door, a calendar reminded her that on that very evening, it would be the final of "The Key to the Heart." Sophie tried not to let it torment her too much because Nicholas had declared several times the night before that he loved her, and she knew he had been sincere. However, she was an adult woman and knew that love isn't always enough, that it doesn't solve everything, and it wasn't fair to expect Nicholas to change all his life plans, everything he had planned, just because she had reappeared in his life, and they had discovered that the supposed memories from the past were misunderstandings.

he whispered, and the truth of it hung between them like a blade. Her hand trembled against his chest. “What?” Before he could answer, sirens wailed in the distance. Police. Someone had heard the commotion. The moment was shattering. Julian stepped back, and as he did, he felt something break inside him. Not physically. Something deeper. Something that had to do with the moment a hunter realized they’d fallen in love with their prey. “We need to talk,” Elara said, her voice steady despite everything. “About what you are. About why you came here. About why you’re dying.”

Each repetition slices deeper, leaving me hollow and raw. It was just sex. It was orgasm speaking. The only man I have ever loved is Tristan. The sound of the door opening barely registers, but Nelson’s voice pulls me from the haze. “Mr. Remington–” he starts, but stops abruptly when his gaze lands on me. I don’t know what he sees or what my current expression is but I guess it must be terrible, miserable enough to shut him up. I can feel the weight of his scrutiny as he takes in my expression. He slides into a seat and remains quiet looking at me. I pretend to be busy but I doubt it fools him.