Pocket Hug Hearts Novels & Stories

If I casually mentioned craving pastries from the west side of town, he’d immediately send Cameron out to buy them. We lounged on the couch like an ordinary couple, sharing the same bucket of popcorn. One time, he even wrapped his arms around me from behind in the garden. "You smell delicious," he murmured against my neck, his voice low and rough. "When you were with him... did he hold you like this too?" My body instantly stiffened. This man really never missed a chance to torture himself.

I can feel how tense his muscles are and how weak his heartbeat is; he shivers in my arms but makes no more attempt to stay away from me. I don't know how long I'm hugging him like that, trying not to look too much at his naked body. Then suddenly, his cold skin starts getting hotter and hotter, his heart starts beating like crazy, and I could hear him inhaling air rapidly. In a matter of seconds, he is burning and panting; I see that he is in more pain.

"You saved me, Mira. Not because you tried to fix me—because you saw me. All of me. The dark parts and the broken parts and the parts I thought were unlovable. And you stayed." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "I've given you rings before. Contracts, promises, symbols of things we were still figuring out. But this one is different." He opened the box. Inside was a simple band—platinum, unadorned, engraved on the inside with words too small to read.

She held a small leather pouch toward Sofia—a collection of dried roots and a flask of synthetic blood-substitute. "If I say goodbye to them, I won't have the strength to walk out that door," Sofia said, taking the pouch. Her hands were steady, but Pella could see the way the Heartstone was pulsing beneath the fabric of her tunic—a frantic, irregular beat. "How are they, Pella? Are the stabilizers working?"

Keith grabbed my elbow which I was not a fan of and led us to the kitchen where Leah’s current girlfriend and probably the only one of his girlfriends I actually liked was. She was with two other girls who I'd only seen a few times and some of Keith’s friends. When Leah saw us approaching, she stepped away from the group and came to meet us halfway where she pulled Keith into a hug and he finally let go of my elbow which was a relief. “Jake, I’m glad you could came,” she said and then gave me a hug. I liked this girl and I hoped Keith wouldn’t break her heart too. She was really nice with her baby blue eyes and her hair curled up in waves.

After yanking off the masking tape, I slowly opened the box. My eyes widened when my nose was hit with a foul smell and when I peered inside the box; my eyes widened even further Right inside the box was a human heart that had turned black from early signs of decaying Taped to a corner inside the box was a hand written note that read; 'A little gift from me to you, I got it from your man; Nikolai. I hope you like it because it came straight from the HEART.

He took his arm from her shoulders, then he took something out of his trouser pocket and showed it to her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. The curious expression on her face turned into a happy smile as she looked at the wood carved into the shape of a rose in his hand. "Oh, my God! It's so beautiful," she said. She took it from his hand, staring at it in admiration. She turned her gaze to his eyes. "Did you make it for me?" she asked with her eyes teary. He nodded at her with a gentle smile on his face. He had made her heart deeply touched. "Thank you, I love you so much," she said and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, smiling evilly. He was glad that his plan had worked.

I planned on what I'd do in Thailand and finding someone wasn't on my list at all. When I was at the airport I took the box she gave me and opened it. It was a gold watch, it was similar to the one she always have on. I took it to my face and it smelled like her. God it was it exactly. I turned it around and found that it was engraved with a heart and inside was written MY HEART.. "She has good taste.. I wanna see her when you come back." I laughed at Paris, "not happening.. I love you."

“I already gave you a mouse pad that says that. Don’t get too cocky now.” Alex chuckled and passed me the last box. “This is your last present.” I took the small square box with trembling hands. I opened it and stared at the thing. “A mobile socket?” I whispered in confusion. “Engraved mobile socket.” Alex corrected. He pointed at the socket where the words ‘Hacker Girl ❤️ Rich Boy’ were engraved. I controlled the disappointment. “It’s-its nice.” I was busy staring at the socket that I didn’t notice him down on his knee.

"What do you want?" She smiled, stepping forward in her sleek black dress—the exact opposite of anything appropriate for a wedding. "I came to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life." I scoffed. "Hester, this isn't a movie. You're not the dramatic ex who gets a last-minute reconciliation." "Who says I can’t be?" She stepped even closer, placing her hands on my chest. Then slowly, her hand came down lower as she pulled me close and tried to place a kiss on my lips.