Playful Heart Novels & Stories

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

He asked and looked at me again with his annoyingly charming grin. "What?!" I was asking that a lot today. "You painted me a heart," he simply answered, without a hint of anger in his voice. "You painted mine."

I smirked “And we’ve been in touch ever since. So every nice thing you’ve ever done for her, she thinks I can do double, I’m twice nice and we have a lot in common, I’m also your friend and right now, I’m sure she’ll need comfort from a friend that understands her just like me” I smirked “Of all the years we’ve been together and I’ve known you, I have never seen this card from your deck before, like… this is beyond my imagination. You indeed are the king!” Jerry praised

The room pulsed with power and danger, a heart that beat in time with the madness of their gamble. The Siren's Heart glowed at the center, a bright, unattainable promise that filled the space with tension and hope. The team moved toward it, each step a daring challenge, each breath a reckless defiance.

“You don’t need to know. You just obey.” Her eyes were wide, glimmering with something between confusion and desire. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t resist. I brushed a finger against her lips. “No talking unless I ask a question. Understood?” “Yes.” Good girl. My eyes roamed downward, stopping at the stiff peaks pressing through her uniform. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention. She saw me looking. I wanted her to know I noticed everything. I grabbed her hand and placed it against my chest, right over my heart.

Ahhh… There’s the playfulness that unravels my gut and lightens my heart. I chuckle. And tell her, “You keep that up, baby, and you’re not really going to be napping in my bed…”

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

I pointed to my heart beating so fast especially when I heard his name. "Yiiieee Alli 'The more you hate, the more you looooove ~' hahahahaha" they even made a heart shape with their hands and applied it to their hearts. Acting that throbbing. I looked frustrated at them all. "HAIYZ! YOU HAVE NO HELP! YOU'RE JUST MAKING IT WORSE THE FEELING THAT I'M FORCING TO REMOVE!" while they enjoy teasing me, I am miserable because of the feelings I feel.

“Wouldn’t that be… depressing? I mean… You’re a young woman. Don’t you want to have fun in your life?” “Helping children with problems and having fun in my life aren’t necessarily incompatible,” Audrey said steadily. “And you’re wrong about it being depressing. It can be upsetting at times, of course, it can, but the children are so brave and determined and without self-pity.” Why was he pressing her when he didn’t want to hear this? Becoming aware from her expression that he must be frowning, James wiped his face clean of emotion. This woman was extracting herself from the neat little box in his mind labeled ‘Miss Seymour’ and it was unsettling.