Speaking From The Heart Novels & Stories

It feels so big I can’t control the pain it causes my heart and soul. “Don’t hate me” I whisper sincerely, barely audible as I choke on feelings that are erupting within me. Face dampening with subtle tears. We hug, for what seems like minutes before he says anything. His voice tickling my skin delicately down the back of the shirt I have on.

His instinct don't usually direct will wrongly "uncle, I don't know what to do, I can't tell him I love him because it doesn't feels right and yet I really love him" she said and sobs again. Micheal had as right. Now the crazy feelings have graduated to the real feelings. God, why is this happening now. Why. He just sat there and patted her, for now he had nothing to say about this situation. He has been in this kind of situation before but not in this sense, definitely not.

she yelled through clenched teeth. Harry jumped and tried to soothe her, “Amber honey…” “ No! Don’t call me that! Don’t you dare call me that!!” “Okay dear, would you at least sit down a bit? These emotions are too strong for the nature of your heart please, Amber!” begged Harry. “I don’t give a fuck about that! I want the truth! Now!!” she yelled. “Okay, okay…” Harry began, trying to placate her. “Just take it easy, okay? We will tell you everything. Right from the beginning, okay…just don’t get too agitated Amber honey, because of your heart.”

If there’s a word for it, I’m too busy losing my mind to G****e it. My heart knew before my mouth could speak. “Fuck...”

A fragile, quiet, sacred beginning. Born not from grand words. But from a garden. A cat. A lake. And two people who had finally learned how to come home. the deepest apologies aren’t spoken in anger — they’re whispered in stillness, with a shoulder brushing a knee, and the unspoken promise that this time, neither of them will let go.

That’s what I’m yet to understand. “What… wh… what did you just say to me?” He managed to speak, and I felt pity for him. “I think you should stop talking. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack, and I’m too tired to drive you to the hospital. I don’t even think I have it in me to lift a finger to call for an ambulance. So it’s in your best interest that you stop talking and let your heart rest.” I let out and then turned to leave, but I felt a sudden pull.

She took a moment to compose herself, her heart yearning to express what she felt, yet cautious of the what came with it. "Mr. Robert," she finally spoke, her voice soft yet steady, "you have brought so much light and love into my life. The connection we share is undeniable, and I too feel a deep and profound affection for you. But I need time to process and understand these feelings, to scale through the complexities of love and to ensure that my heart is ready for what lies ahead."

Tears sprung out of her eyes at my confession and my eyes started to water looking at her loving face, my voice broke that I had to clear my throat to finish the rest " My heart can only love you and my soul only recognize your voice.. please let me hold you close once again, close to my heart. You had my heart from the first day I've ever laid my eyes on you. It is you, It is fucking you and I cannot describe it anymore, it is you" She wasn't tearing up anymore she was sobbing hard in front of me and I too broke into an ugly sob but I had to finish what my heart was saying

Owned. I swallowed, forcing my jaw to relax. My mother’s voice continued beside me, but the words felt distant, lost beneath the thrum of my own heartbeat. I forced my lips into a small, polite smile as I delivered my speech. I spoke about her work, about inspiration and ambition, weaving elegance into my words as if each one could mask the fire roiling inside me.

I snort. "You are giving me the same speech you gave Grace." He lets out a small laugh. "It's not exactly the speech I gave her, but it's close. You mean to me just as much as she does. The only difference is, I would be with you if I knew I could promise you a future." "You always have a way with words." He snorts. "It's called speaking from your heart. You should try it sometime." I scuff. "I told you that I loved you, didn't I?" He grins.