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My Heart beats in him

My Heart beats in him

The rhythm was uneven. Restless. Like it was searching for something. Or someone. “Why…” she whispered softly, her voice trembling. But no answer came. By the time she reached her small apartment, her body already felt weak. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Silence. Too quiet. Too heavy. She slid down slowly to the floor. Her breathing became uneven. Her thoughts were worse. The file. Adrian. The missing donor. The way her heart reacted to him.
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The Hidden Luna

The Hidden Luna

We were also running out of mountain. The black heart learned from failure with obscene speed. It abandoned the broad shape of the office and narrowed the memory to one specific line of force: touch. Fingers at the back of my neck. Breath between us. The tiny pause before everything changed. It stripped away witnesses, walls, and context until only the charged space between two people remained. Then it poisoned that too, trying to make longing itself look like surrender.
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The Accidental Heart

The Accidental Heart

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
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Howl in the City

Howl in the City

The city never slept, and neither did her heartbeat. Ari weaved through the crowded streets, heels clacking against cracked pavement, neon signs reflecting off puddles like broken mirrors. The air smelled of fried food, gasoline, and something else—something electric, almost alive. She pulled her hoodie tighter around her, trying to disappear into the shadows, but she never quite could. Not when the city hummed with life, not when danger lurked just out of sight, and certainly not when he was near.
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Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha

Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.
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The Shape of a Missing Heart

The Shape of a Missing Heart

"If I'd known Ruby was going to die, I would've convinced her to give me her heart. Then, I could've been the one with you." "Get lost!" Alan cut Jessica off with a fiery glare, his eyes blazing. "What on earth makes you think you can take Ruby's place?" Caught off guard by Alan's icy retort, Jessica paused, then reached out to touch him. "What's gotten into you, Alan..." "Cut the act." With a look of revulsion, Alan jerked his hand away, his voice icy. "You don't even have a heart condition, do you? Have you been playing this part so long you've started to believe it?
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Saint Or Sinner?

Saint Or Sinner?

She has a book of her own, titled "blood hearts" How do you like the chapter? Vote and comment
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Fractured Hearts

Fractured Hearts

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."
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CONTACT OF HEARTS

CONTACT OF HEARTS

The warmth and tenderness had faded, replaced by anger, resentment, and violence. She paused for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at the floor as she wiped away the last of the mess. She wasn’t going to wait for things to go back to how they once were,she had given up on that hope ages ago. The realisation hit her like a cold wave, the love they once shared was gone, and no amount of wishing or waiting would bring it back.
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Oh man, that question hits right where the book lives. I just finished 'Our Missing Hearts' last week and my chest still feels tight. The loss in that book isn't just about one kid missing his mom—it's this ambient, societal grief that seeps into everything. Birds stop singing, libraries get emptied, neighbors stop looking each other in the eye. Celeste Ng builds this world where loss is the default state, and the quest to find what’s missing becomes a quiet act of rebellion.

What got me was the layered loss. There’s the immediate, personal ache Bird feels for his mother, Margaret. But then there’s the loss of history, of stories, of truth as the government scrubs away anything deemed ‘unpatriotic.’ The fairy tales Margaret leaves behind aren’t just clues; they’re containers for everything the world is trying to erase. The ending, where Bird finally understands his mother’s sacrifice, didn’t feel like a victory to me. It felt like a confirmation of a different, heavier kind of loss—the acceptance that some things, once gone, can only be remembered, not restored. The silence after you finish the last page is part of the theme.

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