Second Hand Hearts Novels & Stories

"....A lot is happening right now, you might never understand. But I can't do this to you anymore. I know your heart.. I know where it truly lies. Don't get me wrong princess.. I know you love me truly.. But you love her too. You two are the definition of what love is. You finish each other's sentences and connect in a way that no one ever does to anyone. Which is something that I wish anyone could get in this world. What and why would I want to take you away from yours though...? It hurts so bad that each day could pass by without you by my side. It isn’t how I dreamt our future would be, and this wasn’t my plan for our world. My heart has always loved you in ways I can’t explain. You proba

He couldn't move his gaze as he looked at the two red heart rings. "What is it?" Violet asked curiously, looking at Lucian's face. "Those rings are so beautiful," Lucian said as he kept his gaze on the rings. Violet moved her gaze to look at the rings. Her heart suddenly beat fast in the same awe and happiness that Lucian felt. "Oh, my... You're right. They are so beautiful." She looked back at his face. "Let's buy them," she said excitedly. He nodded into her eyes with a smile on his face.

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul My grasp on the frame tightened as well as how I closed my eyes when my other hand reached for the pendant of the necklace in my chest. I prefer your hand to feel my heartbeat instead, not just a photo placed where my heart was. A photo can't feel anything, but you do. I sniffed as I looked over the dvd when I heard another lyric that caught my attention.

It was quite heavy but she could handle it. She threw it slightly and caught it in time, careful not to let it fall on her foot because it might hurt her too badly. “ This stone here is half, it represents my first month of marriage to Damian. The month where I was married to him but my heart and body were longing for you instead. How stupid of me, she chuckled and continued. And all I got from you were fake promises and evil advice on how I should act towards my husband… Or remind me. Was there anything else?” she frowned trying to recall if there was any time that Justin had ever come through for her.

But just as they were about to leave the store, Seline's eyes fell upon a delicate bracelet displayed in the window. It was a twin bracelet, with a heart split in two, each half adorned with intricate designs. When put together, the two halves formed a complete heart, symbolizing unity and connection. Seline couldn't tear her gaze away from the beautiful piece, her heart fluttering with a strange sense of longing. Sweet noticed her admiration and followed her gaze to the bracelet. Without a word, he signaled to the salesperson, who quickly retrieved the bracelet from the display case. Sweet then turned to Seline with a warm smile, presenting her with the bracelet as a gift.

In the span of a few short months, they had lost all three of their children. The mansion that had once been filled with laughter was left with only two living corpses. Every day, they sat in the apartment I had rented, where the traces of my life remained. An old desk, a few worn textbooks, and an empty box that had once held the tie clip. My mother held the box in her hands, running her fingers over it again and again. "Jordan, I received your birthday present." My father stared endlessly at the contract for the artificial heart that I would never use. Silent tears slipped down his face.

Under the soft warm linen of the soft fresh night-shift, under the careful soft heavy coverlet, under her own thin pale skin and her own thin ribs, the second heartbeat under her ribs went boom boom boom in its careful slow patient steady rhythm. Tonight, for the first time in her own life, Elowen Vayne did not press her hand to her chest in the careful private gesture of a frightened young woman trying to make sure that the careful second pulse was not really there. Tonight she pressed both her hands flat over her own chest in the careful private gesture of a young woman who had decided, in the careful soft dark of an autumn evening in a strange gilded chamber, that the careful second pulse

“Do the Blood Moon pack have something to do with these rumours of yours?” “I–“ he cut himself off. His chest stirred, in the very place he had thought would never ache or lust or love ever again. Something snapped into place beside his heart: an echo of his own heartbeat, thumping out a secondary rhythm alongside his own. It settled, warm and soft as summer rain down his breastbone.

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