Playful Heart Novels & Stories

Peach nodded her head way more faster while she can feel her cheeks heating up. "You ask me how I feel, I say nothing But lately colors seems so bright And the stars light up the night My feet, they feel so light" Come on Peach! Behave your heart! That's bad. If you don't calm your heart you will suffer from heart attack. She keep on scowling her heart while patting it gently. "I'm ignoring all the signs I keep on frontin' Yeah, I stay bluffin' " "Why so careless?" Prince Caspian frown at her.

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

They both huffed and snuggled into Carson stealing glances and sticking out their tongues. "They cannot stay apart". The whole family witnessed it from the living room and smiled at them. "Yeah. They are the heart, mind and soul of each other". And that was the ultimate truth. ----- Tabby

“Do you think my love for you was so small that it would wish for you to be lonely?” Tears welled in Paschal’s eyes. “I do not wish to forget you,” he whispered into the dark. The presence seemed to smile. “You carry me in our daughter and Sean, in the life you built, the ones I'm so proud of. That is your memory. But your heart… your heart is for the living. Let it beat again. Do not let it wither in the past when a heart as kind as Tonia Wardley’s beats in rhythm with yours. She is the peace I prayed would find you.”

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

Do you have any idea how much time I spent making this surprise? —I only told the truth. —But what's wrong with you? You know very well that's not true, you're crazy. —I got a good payment for that show I put on. Bye, have a nice evening. —Good pay? Who paid you? —I can't tell you that. —Go to hell Angela. —Well, Mr. Angry. —I'm still going to find out and you know it. —I left all the presents, the pictures, the balloons in there. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I left

Maybe that's why God made the mind and heart separate things altogether. The mind is our tool for logic, judgment, and planning. It helps us weigh consequences, recognize patterns, and make choices that keep us safe or aligned with our values. The heart, on the other hand, is our source of passion, connection, and intuition. It draws us to people, causes, and moments that give life meaning, even when they don't perfectly make sense. But isn't it the heart that makes us feel true happiness and contentment in life? I guess God is so wise to create and separate the two so that in the end, we can know what will be good for us or the consequences of our decisions.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"

That was when Garrett started to look at Joyce and the way she reacted to everything. The look in her eyes when something happened she didn’t like were almost snake-like. They were almost slit and then would change color, and she would focus on things that weren't there and often had nothing to do with the situation at hand. This was her normal. She would then play the pity card about how she had to take the orphan of her wonderful dead sister in and proved her care without anything from the estate to help her. The last was what stuck out in Garrett's head.