Playful Heart Novels & Stories

He lifted one gloved hand, tapping the left side of his chest right over his heart, sending a quiet, unshakeable message through the noise of eighteen thousand cheering voices: We held the line.

PLAY MY HEART (When two players fall in love) Written By : Authoress Tyna Episode 15 CLEONA I woke up feeling warm and tingly all over plus my lips also had this warm buzzing feeling even as I touched them and I couldn't figure out why. While trying to figure out what could have happened, I suddenly heard a knock on the door and I watched as Andre walked in, a breakfast tray in hand. "Good morning Cleo. How was your rest?"

Meshach Cammy said while looking at her and the faces the light back "He really think I will leave him in this condition" Jane said in her inner mind "Wow, what are you looking at the light? I can see the light is shining firmly and it is beautiful, do you like it?" Jane asked Janifer asked that giving a fake smile in other to make him happy, but he still don't mind her "I don't know what ever that is making you to be unhappy, but I promise you that you will get back to school" Jane said and work out of his present

Marilyn smirked. She went near the kids but the kids suddenly ran towards Danielle and grabbed Danielle's sleeve. “ Mama, we want to play with you please? “ Daniel looked up at his mother with a puppy dog eyes. “ Yes, mama! We want you to be with us more often. “ Nympha added. “ Oh, my little angels! Of course mama will stay with you more often. Mama will not only play with you but also take care of you!” Danielle was so fascinated by how adorable her twins have become.

HE satisfyingly smiles as HE listens, a glance from time to time and recording everything as shown by the mirrors that reflected each existing creation ‘He’ made and within. Enjoying the play as HE is completely entertained by the way things are spiraling and the choices of the prominent ones that show the twisted truth of ‘His’ created books. HE giggles then laughs dancing to the melancholic symphony of JOHANNES BORNLOF’S ‘Nocturnal Waltz’. “Play or be played, you surely are taking both.” He satisfyingly declares taking their wishes and granting their plea.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

‘I am sure he learned well not to joke with a diva,’ he replied, and I laughed heartily at his comment, not wanting to bury myself in the true meaning of what he meant. I stacked the cards and pushed them in front of him to shuffle, smiling mischievously as I watched him expertly shuffle the cards like a pro in a casino. I watched as the card followed his hands like the invisible thread that controls the puppet, wondering how none of it fell off while his hand was suspended in the air and the cards rained down from it. ‘You are a brilliant lady, Helen, and you learn real fast. I wish I had known that before I challenged you’ he said with a playful smile on his face.

My hands reached her chest to get hold of something. "Heart?... No!... I had no intentions of doing that" I mumbled with a worried face. I don't know what sick game he is playing with me now. He loves to trap me in the words and then punish me. "Don't worry... I was just messing with you..." He played with the strand of my hair. "I don't have a heart." He said, my hand was exactly on his beating heart. "Don't get tricked by the sounds it makes"

up close, they were pure art. "Don't move, Andra," his tongue caressed my name, "and stay quiet for a few minutes." He enjoyed it; his satisfied expression when a loud noise sounded from upstairs was wonderful. He bit his lip and smiled wickedly, looking directly into my eyes. He was so brave that I reached out my hand to his brown hair and combed some of his slightly long curls that fell over his forehead. Surely if you took away Jax Jones's tattoos and piercings, he would be a normal guy like Adam Collins —my sister's boyfriend.