Other-hearted Novels & Stories

A mixed of mint and meadow grass scent. “ Go away, Mister Gregor! I don't want to be rude to you. I'm not in the mood to speak to anyone. “ Danielle's voice was full of sorrow. Instead of following her request, Anthony went closer to her and gave her a warm embrace. “ I know how you feel. But please let me stay by your side.” Anthony felt sad to see her mourning and he doesn't want to argue with her either. Danielle didn't object when she was held by him in his

it again shouted "owwww owwww" I taken it to my arms and asked "what do you think apple what's happening to me why iam showing soft corner to him" it said "oww" I said "why can't I understand apple he is just a playboy he plays with girls he never had any serious intentions towards anyone but my stupid heart is behaving weirdly due to this stupid heart iam becoming crazy"

Four soft tones. Like a heartbeat. Like a countdown. Like the sound of something trying to remember its name.

Then he pulled me forward by my waist and touched his lips to my ear, sending dangerous tingles down my body. "Don't miss me too much sweetheart." What was he doing to me? Swayer's POV | was So pumped about tonight. It was the first competition of the year and | was excited for every bit. | loved the sound of the crowd cheering for me and the loud music blasting from the overhead speakers, but mostly | liked having Penelope here. | don't know what it is with her, but when | held her hand in mine, sharp pleasant sensations went up through my arms. What is wrong with me?

Sure enough, there was hot chocolate waiting in the parlor. "The sampler's different," Noel said, pacing the room with his mug. "Come look at this." Shelby stood and crossed to the sampler on the wall. She cleaned off her glasses and put them back on, staring at the small panel of cross-stitch as she read it out loud. "The sweetest gift of all is when two hearts are given and accepted in return." "Sounds appropriately Victorian," Noel commented. "And quite probably very true." Shelby shrugged. "Maybe that's what it really said all along," she suggested. "And it only changed to inform us about what we needed to know."

I hate you. As I walked back into the class, Olivia was already waiting for me. She was holding a little box in her hand. A jewelry box. She grinned and pulled me to a seat before opening the box and bringing out a set of bracelets. Silver ones. They were two. Each bracelet had half a heart and when joined together, became whole. “One for you,” Olivia said, taking my hand in hers and putting the bracelet around my wrist. A few weeks into our friendship and she’s already handing out expensive friendship bracelets? Olivia is so cool. How could Conrad call someone like her manipulative and slutty? He’s definitely out of his mind.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

That night, when she heard Jameson walk away and watched the video that was sent, she thought her heart would shatter beyond repair. However, despite the sorrow and pain, she survived. After enduring enough pain, she got used to it.

I tried to focus on my work, to push these feelings aside, but they lingered, persistent and unyielding. The hallway was dimly lit, yet the tension between Lisa and Cherry was unmistakable. I stood at the top of the stairs, observing the scene unfold below. Cherry's voice was sharp, her gestures aggressive. Lisa, ever composed, held her ground, but I noticed the subtle flinch as Cherry's words struck deeper than intended.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need