Playful Heart Novels & Stories

“Are you hitting on me?” “What?” I ask in disbelief. What is he on about? He looks down at his fingers and played with them before pouting. “You might be really pretty, but I’m not easy.” He says, as if sulking. Huh? I couldn’t help but snort at what he said, and slowly, it turned into a laugh. “Why? What do you mean?” I say, just teasing him now. He pursed his lips together and stared at me with puppy eyes and shit, I almost burst into laughter.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

real. “Here, let me zoom in, this is baby’s heart, I’m going to measure it,” she says concentrating on the screen in front of us. I stare at the fast flicker on the screen and a warm tear escapes my eye, running down the side of my temple. What I’m feeling…is unusual. I’m not crying because I’m sad or terrified. I’m crying because I’m happy? The feeling coursing through me is warm, and peaceful overwhelmingly affectionate towards this little gummy bear's beating heart.

Dark blue jeans complete the look, and in his bloodstained hand, he holds the Stake Hunter's pulsating heart. Turning around to face the stunned Hunters, the boy waves the still-beating heart in their direction. "Hear me, and hear me clear," he yells, his voice booming with authority. "As long as I live, no one toys with my elixir to freedom from eternal damnation but me!" His lips curl into a Cheshire Cat-like grin as he releases the heart, letting it drop to the ground with a sickening plop. When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi."

I wouldn't be able to save Lyra. Poker was easy. By the time I was fourteen, I’d been fleecing tourists in Alaskan ports. I was nearly unbeatable and showed no emotions during my games. And I’d learned the best way not to show emotion was not to feel it in the first place. "Never play with your heart, kiddo. Only a sucker plays with his heart. Even if you win, you lose. Life is all about moving forward with your brain and guarding your heart like a treasure. A person with a weak heart will be swept away by the evil in this world. Always remember this." I remembered my father's words to me.

My pulse slowed, my throat easing as we settled, my heart heavy but relieved, my eyes glistening with cautious victory. It’s been two weeks already. The kids were healing, their pulses steady, their hearts lighter. Noah was laughing again, his eyes sparkling as he played with his toys, his throat easing, his heart returning to its joyful rhythm. Lily’s pulse remained calm, her eyes bright, her heart strong, her resilience a quiet mystery that warmed my throat, my pulse steadying with pride. Hope was finally ready to come home, her pulse strong, her tiny hands curling in her blanket, her heart fierce despite her fragility.

AYRA’S POV: I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to these regulations or the allegat

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

"Fair enough." Then the child floated toward Astra. And gently pressed a hand against her forehead. Silver light blossomed between them. Astra's eyes widened. "What was that?" The Heart smiled. "A gift." The little girl blinked. "What kind of gift?" The Heart grinned mischievously. "You'll find out." Astra looked deeply suspicious. The gathering laughed again. Then the Heart turned back toward the Dreamer. Toward its creator. Toward its oldest friend. The tears returned.

Cullen apologized again. Heart wiped her tears away with her hands and then grabbed her eye glasses, she looked at Cullen. ‘He looks so cute right now.’ She thought. She then chuckled. “So, what are you gonna do to make up on what happened?” Heart was teasing her. ‘Yes, I will just show my playful side, I won’t let him confess to me, because I won’t be able to hold myself.’ Heart thought. Cullen smirked and then grabbed her skirt, rolling it up. “By doing this.” He said and then looked at her lap, he opened her legs and removed her panties.