Rescuing Hearts Novels & Stories

I'm just the heiress of the Sanchez, trying to survive each day. “Resiliency,” after saying that, a huge smile flashed back on his lips. That damn smile is the real definition of perfection. Nothing can beat that smile of his. “I don't know how you are surviving all this time with all the giants that you have faced. You may look like a stone on the outside, but inside, I figured out that you are a soft stone like cotton. You just have to be a stone in order to protect your loved ones,” all my life, I never heard these kinds of words. I can't believe I am hearing this from someone and it flatters my heart.

said Albus. "Can The Heart of Magic resurrect a dead soul?" asked Astrid. Albus shook his head. “The Heart of Magic can awaken a sleeping dragon in hibernation with an intact dragon magic stone. However, The Heart of Magic cannot resurrect sentient beings who have died or with destroyed spirits,” replied Albus. "Oh..." replied Astrid. She fell silent with a depressed look on her face. Albus fell silent again. "Tell me, what's so special about The Heart of Magic?" asked Astrid.

Her skin returned almost to its former state and hopefully would heal to perfection within the shortest possible time. Nneoma had really gone through crucible. And with her sickness had come maturity. Yes, she attained a higher level of maturity through her terrible experience. Indeed, she was amazed at her recovery and was interminably grateful to God. She would certainly have died had the infinite mercy of God not sustained her till the final herbalist arrived. In fact, she died, only God resuscitated her. Nneoma prayed God to bless her parents, her siblings for standing by her in her lowest moments. She begged God to bless her aunty Ogechi who through a colleague had brought the final he

Although the other car was not severely damaged, the driver died on the spot. Onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to approach Sheila's car, even though she was pleading for help from inside. Suddenly, a commanding voice ordered his guards to rescue her from the wreckage. It was none other than the number one wealthy businessman, Alexander Westwood. As the guards finally rescued Sheila and the taxi driver, they were swiftly transported to the nearest hospital in a convoy of luxurious cars. Upon arrival, Sheila was rushed to the emergency section, but the doctor delivered the heartbreaking news that the driver had passed away, and Sheila was in a coma.

Panic washed over me as her heartbeat slowed dangerously. "Come on, Italia, please don’t leave me now. I promise to love you better. I never meant to hurt you. When you wake up, I’ll take you to the movies and the park, and we’ll spend time together like we used to." Ares spoke through tears, his hands resting on her heart as he poured out his emotions. The red and yellow light flickered within her heart, indicating a response to my healing and Ares’ heartfelt words. After a few tense moments, her heart began to beat steadily again.

explaining without taking a breath I closed my eyes with fear. “Katie! What happened?” asked Sister Maya while catching her breath. Still catching my breath, I hold Sister Maya with my shaky hands. “There’s a man outside who is trying to get in the orphanage! Sister Maya we need to call the police quick!” “A man?” asked Sister Maya. She looked at me with full of concern and looked at the gate. When she took my hands off of her, I panicked and hid at her back. She opened the gate with no fear and I peeked at her shoulder.

I scream loudly, hurting my lungs and throat. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, hugging myself and sobbing like a baby; no one is coming to save me. I stand slowly and walk back to the pile of trash from my past. I shuffle through the papers and notice a clean envelope. I open it and redraw the neatly folded paper. I unfold it. Your clue, loser. Solve the word puzzle and get your passcode. Five fragile hearts are forever down. Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads. Amidst the ruins of a love own

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

she admitted, her voice laced with gratitude. My heart swelled with a mixture of sympathy and a newfound determination. "You don't have to face this alone, Kate. I will do everything in my power to help you feel safe and secure again. We'll get through this together." As we awaited the locksmith's arrival, I found myself drawn to Kate's side, offering a reassuring presence and a listening ear. The bond between us grew stronger with each passing moment, forged in the face of adversity and the shared desire to protect what was important.

The complexities of their hearts were not easily unraveled, but together they were determined to navigate the winding path of forgiveness and renewal. As they stood there, hands entwined and hearts laid bare, a sense of hope blossomed within their souls. The journey ahead would be arduous, but armed with love, understanding, and the unwavering desire to mend what was broken, they took their first steps forward—into a future where redemption, healing, and the resilience of the human heart would guide their way.