Playful Heart Novels & Stories

I asked with a self-conscious wince. Caleb laughed at that. “Baby, you’re my joy. Sure, I like being dick-deep in you. I like it a lot. But I also like that you can’t bluff for shit when we play cards. And that you hum when you wash your hair. And you hold me when I have bad dreams.” Caleb kissed me again. “You’re very generous with your body, baby, but you’re so much more generous with your heart.”

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

I poked her, "you're fucken awful.. this is from the bottom of my heart." She got up, "oh she has a heart..." I rolled my eyes and got up too, then my eyes saw her pool table at the far corner. I went to it. I've always seen how my friends play at these clubs and never actually cared enough to play.. so I knew I was pretty bad at it. "Wanna play?" She asked approaching. And I shrugged, "umh... sure.. if you show me how to play.." "You don't know how to play?"

I whisper, my voice barely audible over his steady breathing. Cradled in his arms, I revel in the warmth of his body against mine, the lingering echoes of his passionate caresses still tingling across my skin. As I slowly surrender to the lulling rhythm of his heartbeat, I know this moment will forever be seared into my memory - a scorching brand upon my soul that can never be erased.

It's a warm and happy feeling, a feeling of fullness and contentment, like my heart is brimming. He gives me butterflies.

I pushed the door in. "Surprise!" Confetti rained from the ceiling. There was no serious conversation waiting for me, only Luca on the sofa with a glass of water, completely sober, while Vivian leaned beside him with a sweet little smile. Nico pointed his phone camera at me. "See? Told you she'd come. Mention one sentimental toy, and she runs." Someone shoved a cardboard sign toward me. [Stop sulking. Come home.] Vivian clapped lightly. "Don't be mad, Eliana. We just wanted to prove a point."

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" it caresses its paw on my hand as consoling me I asked "can I control this stupid heart what's wrong with me currently why he revealed his secrets to me why he is making my heart heavy I can't carry this burden I need to concentrate myself and I need to control myself because he is just a playboy and flirt who knows if he had any bad intentions I should stay in my limits am I right apple" it is just looking g at me weirdly I made apple to sleep beside me and I too slept soon I went

with heart emojis at the end. . #TBC

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.