Open Your Heart Up Novels & Stories

Mark replied. Becky could not control herself from her silly emotions since she got home from the lunch. One of her brothers had asked her what is wrong but she did not give him a response. Now away from the the prying eyes of her brothers. She is inside the room.Wisdom is a very handsome guy. Maybe I should tm him how I really feel about him. I have never been a coward in relationship issues but I don't know how he is going to react if I tell him. What it..... Damn the ifs. Why not let me stay a while on this, she thought. Now or never. I want to know how he feels about me first. Still on her truck of thinking. She took her phone, activate the noble data and open the F******k app. Then it c

… When I woke up in the hospital, the only one sitting by my bed was the kind hiring manager. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Ms. Hawthorn, I'm very sorry." "My pup is gone, isn't it?" My tone was eerily calm. The weakness in my body seemed to be fading, and my wolf was quietly healing my injuries. I started to think that this was perhaps a good thing. After seeing him out, I canceled the abortion surgery and applied to the hospital for medication to temporarily block the mind link, using physical pain as the reason. Just before taking the medication, I received a message from Lucas through the mind link for the first time in a long while.

But I could force the window open. One breath of air at a time.

Fear and uncertain, she seemed to be grappling with the prospect of uncovering the truth. Mateo, reading the emotions that played across her face, spoke softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the tense atmosphere. "Betty...It's what you believe it is... you don't need to open it," he cautioned, attempting to shield her from the gruesome sight that awaited her. She might have known the truth but seeing it was another depth of pain he didn’t want her to feel but Betty, steeling herself, ignored his warning and lifted the lid.

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖.

she yelled through clenched teeth. Harry jumped and tried to soothe her, “Amber honey…” “ No! Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!!” “Okay dear, would you at least sit down a bit? These emotions are too strong for the nature of your heart please, Amber!” begged Harry. “I don’t give a fuck about that! I want the truth! Now!!” she yelled. “Okay, okay…” Harry began, trying to placate her. “Just take it easy, okay? We will tell you everything. Right from the beginning, okay…just don’t get too agitated Amber honey, because of your heart.”

With slow, hesitant steps, she approached it, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. The moment she read the inscription, the breath whooshed out of her lungs. "I will always be your Home. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." A lump formed in her throat, her vision blurring as emotions surged through her. She clutched the card tightly, her fingers pressing into the delicate paper as she swallowed back tears. Damn him. Damn, Ethan Calloway for always knowing exactly how to break down her walls. “Happy Birthday, Wifey.”

“Trust Clara. Open your heart fully to her. Don’t fight the curse with fear, fight it with love.” Clara took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with both hope and fear. She bowed close to Marcus, their hands entwined, and she closed her eyes. As she centered, she permitted herself to feel each emotion she had buried profoundly inside her heart, her love for Marcus, her hope for their future, and her conviction that they could overcome anything together.

Daniel thanked him. "Yeah Russell. Thank you. Thank you for opening up your heart for us. Thank you for expressing yourself and giving us the courage to speak about our feelings. Oh god! I am so emotional." Carson cleared the corners of his eyes and they all ended up in a love hug. ******* Grace was about to knock at the door to inform that lunch is served but was stunned at what she heard.

"Look at me." I look at him and his face is clear and close and then the frequency behind my ears spikes and something opens, not a door, not a lock, just opens, the way a fist opens when the hand stops being a fist, and the heat in my chest blows outward in every direction at once. Dante stumbles.