Seven Hearts Novels & Stories

The vulnerability in his voice, the longing in his lyrics, resonated with the turmoil within me. I couldn't bear it anymore. I stood up abruptly, my movement drawing the attention of those around me. Now, I could see him clearly, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes a warm, inviting blue. But there was a flicker of something else in their depths, a hint of sadness, of regret, that intensified the ache in my heart. Tears welled up, hot and stinging, and I turned away, unable to face the intensity of his gaze. Rexon, sensing my distress, stopped singing, the music abruptly cut short. I didn't hesitate. I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind a jumbled mess of emotions.

I told him and he ran to her. I plugged in my earphones and started to jog in a different direction to give those love birds some space. It was very difficult to move on from that fateful tragedy. I tried different things to keep my mind away from those dreadful memories and eventually jogging helped me. So now I have started to rely on it. No one in my family talks to me about that night except Bhai and my two best friends. The rest of my family thinks that not talking about it will make me forget about it but that's not the case. I don't want to hurt them that's why only Bhai, Adya and Aditi know about me still having those nightmares. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, Aditi is my other best

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

His deep rich seductive voice resonated around her The first to char in the flame is the heart or the wings of the moth? I wonder which pains more.. All Hearts!!

The Fifth Moon Heart—the Heart of Shadows—dissolved into a brilliant stream of liquid violet fire, surging directly into Seraphina’s chest. Seraphina gasped, her body lifting three feet into the air as all five Moon Hearts aligned within her core. The First Heart (Fire), the Second Heart (Earth), the Third Heart (Frost), the Fourth Heart (Pure Starlight), and the Fifth Heart (Shadow) began to rotate around her soul in a perfect, harmonious star-formation. Her long silver hair flared with vibrant violet and silver streaks, her sapphire eyes glowing with an absolute, terrifying divinity that made the very air in the subterranean temple vibrate with power.

CHAPTER ONE Two sleek black sports cars pulled up in front of Pizzeria Da Laura. Two guards swiftly exited the first car, with one opening the door for a young, handsome man dressed in a black suit. His expression was unreadable, and he seems to be emitting a powerful aura. The man is none other than Richard Roberts, the third offspring of the third wealthiest clan in California. A charming, fair lady emerged from the other side of the car and rushed towards him, intertwining her hands with his and giving him a peck.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.