Novel Heart Novels & Stories

I could see it was something big. -I said, "Open it without fear. It's something nice and I think you'll love it," my now boyfriend told me. I opened it very carefully, so as not to break the wrapping. They were books, you could see them clearly. When I took them out of the wrapping paper, I saw that they were law books. I wanted to be a lawyer and the most expensive books were right there in front of my eyes. Now that was the best gift in the world. I was going to read them from head to toe. With so much joy inside I ran to hug him.

But as I did, Conrad leaned forward and suddenly pressed his lips to mine. I froze. I couldn’t move a muscle as I felt his lips against my lips. They were warm. He tasted like cinnamon. His lips moved gently against mine, once—there was only enough time for my eyelid to instinctively flutter closed and open again. He pulled away slowly, his eyes, never leaving my face. I thought of breathing, but my chest felt funny, kind of light and fluffy. And my heart was beating so fast. So fast that I pressed my hand over my chest to feel it racing underneath.

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

He had no feelings, only desires, sensations, attraction, and the pleasure of satisfying what a woman's body could offer. Now, he felt a need for her that he could only imagine was what they called passion or even love, but he couldn't have her, and she would belong to someone else, legally, physically, and emotionally. For the first time, Tony Mythe was experiencing the sensation of having his heart shattered, and it hurt so much that he even had a crazy desire to apologize to the women he had hurt in the past.

“Let’s stroll to the library, he might be there” The walked to the library but it was empty, The library was usually his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the pressures of his world. But today, it seemed abandoned. She saw his painting brush covered in red, her curiosity getting the better of her, she approached his drawing board, And that's when she saw it. A new sketch. “Oh my God” she wailed and covered her mouth. The image made her heart throb.

“Chosen by who?” Liora’s gaze lifted to the stars. “By the one who sleeps beneath them.” “Still cryptic,” I said, exasperated. She turned to me, her expression serious again. “The Heart was not born of evil, Nora. It was born of need. The balance demanded something to absorb what the world could not hold. Pain, fear and destruction. It became the vessel for those things and it broke under their weight. You, however, are something it could never be.”

For a moment, neither of them moved, both caught in the weight of what that single word and action meant “Always,” he whispered. Outside, the city lights flickered through her window as they stood there, the night holding its breath — a quiet promise of what might come next. The shift in the room was immediate and absolute. The ordinary details of Elara’s bedroom—the faded poster, the pile of books—vanished. All that existed was the heavy, thrumming presence of Noah, the slick heat of their entwined bodies, and the dizzying sensation of the unknown.

“We have to move. Now.” But Elara couldn’t move. The creature was looking at her. Not Kael. Not Dain. Her. “You are the one,” it murmured, tilting its head unnaturally. The cavernous black pits where its eyes should have been locked onto hers. “The heart. The key. The sacrifice.” A violent shudder coursed through her body. Sacrifice. The word rang in her mind like a tolling bell, dredging up pieces of the prophecy she had fought so hard to ignore.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

He said: "Augustus, I have found a way to help Sharmaine wake up." "What way?" Augustus spoke up. "Neva's heart, use Neva's heart. I think it has something to do with Sharmaine, Neva's heart in this book says, it's a really magical thing, it suddenly appeared in the vampire world. no matter what event. Nanami Vincent never cared about Neva's heart but Neva's power made Nanami Vincent nervous."