Please Be Careful With My Heart Novels & Stories

I would rather use the mind than the heart because I realized that my heart was too fragile and easy to melt so now, I made sure that I’m using the brain over my heart. Brain before heart is better than hurt before regret…

“Everyone is mad at me, aren’t they?” I turned to face her. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just scared for me.” A tear slipped down her cheek. I tried to catch it, but she turned away to gather herself. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m broken. I’m guarded—,” I slipped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her back against my chest. “You don’t have to apologize for protecting your heart. It’s been beaten up. It’s human to be precautious.”

However, I had learned a painful lesson that people's hearts were a fickle lot, and it was rare to find anyone truly sincere about their feelings. "Give me some time, Brian," I said quietly. Brian nodded gently. "Alright. I'll wait." After getting home, I saw the long email that Queenie sent to me. Every word she wrote was full of remorse, saying that she regretted losing me as a close friend, and there was nothing else she could say to me aside from apologizing again and again. I stared at the email for a long time. Misty sighed and said, "A mistake is a mistake, and there's no use regretting it because nothing can be undone."

My heart beat was tripled to the usual ,at that point I kn ow I have already been given a heads-up, I just need to work on it ,the universe is by my side and I have to utilize it.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

Like comfort. "Don't worry. We're all the way here and they're all the way across the country in Cali. | won't let them get to you, okay?" he said. | nodded softly with my head on my knees. | let out shaky breaths and a tear fell onto my cheek. "Hey, Swayer lifted my head up with a finger and held it in place, "look at me." | slowly lifted my eyes to his and | breath caught in my throat, he was so close. So stinking close that if | moved my head up an inch, our lips would connect.

“ use your head instead of your heart from now on. The heart must be only for your family. ” I nodded. “ I know. ” “ And don’t trust anyone. Only trust yourself, and your mate. No one else. Do you understand? ” His brows bunched together. “ Yes, Dad. I will be careful. I promise. ” I nodded again. “ You can never be too careful, daughter. When I am not there to protect you, I need to be sure that you can do it for yourself. Be strong. And if Striker gives you a hard time… ” Dad’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

I said. My heart was beating even faster and for very unknown reasons the incident with Zephyr flashed before my eyes. “I won’t check, sweetie,” she caressed my cheek. “I trust you. You trust me too, right? So, please do me a favor and don’t stay out with boys this late, ok? It’s dangerous. You cannot trust men. You don’t even know when your bodyguard might turn into a monster you never knew. They go through ruts, you know, right? Some drives can’t be controlled. Be cautious.”

Dude took my warning seriously. I exhaled and inhaled as I stared at his figure. I can do this. Just make up a reason I hate him and call a truce. Make him fall and break his heart. Nothing can absolutely go wrong. Nothing will go wrong, that's for sure. I would not get sidetracked. Hannah's and I conversation suddenly replayed in my head. ☆ "The basics, try not to make it so obvious it's all a pretense." "If you ever remember how he hurt you and you feel like punching his pretty face, just hold it in and remember it can ruin our plan," Hannah said, standing with her hands on her hips.

“You must be careful, my son. Love is dangerous and reckless. You cannot act on a whim and disregard other people’s emotions.” “No, you misunderstand—” “I understand quite well, Jack, and I’m only asking you to be careful.” I stared into his eyes, then nodded. “Yes, I’ll be careful.”