Speaking From The Heart Novels & Stories

I whispered with an honest heart. "

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

she was about to live when I said "What my Son says. Is not what makes you. But what u are that makes you. Do not listen to what people say but what your heart says" "I'm sorry sir but I don't think I can feel what my heart says any longer. not after just happened. it almost jumped of my chest. I thought this was my last day--" "You don't need to explain anything. I understand. And u know what? you are working here henceforth. Like right now." "Really!"

My heart drums from the deep, and it's heating up. "Something you'll witness with your own eyes tonight."

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.

'' He raises an eyebrow, instantly causes me to chuckle in which he joins afterwards. ''Where else would we be having a deep conversation?'' I ask. ''In my heart,'' He replies as both of his eyes are piercing into mine without a single blink interrupting his stare which causes me to seek for any sign of lies yet I find none. Both of his brown eyes are confusing me with the words he said—leaving me to feel my heart beating faster than usual as I try to control my breath. Then, he clears his throat. ''Because . . . a deep conversation comes from the heart. Where else would be talking deeply?'' He chuckles, lightly before stepping out of the car.

Daniel thanked him. "Yeah Russell. Thank you. Thank you for opening up your heart for us. Thank you for expressing yourself and giving us the courage to speak about our feelings. Oh god! I am so emotional." Carson cleared the corners of his eyes and they all ended up in a love hug. ******* Grace was about to knock at the door to inform that lunch is served but was stunned at what she heard.

“I know you can feel it too…..but…you keep pushing me away, I didn’t mean to hurt nobody, I just wanted a feel of your heart” Mateo couldn’t help but feel his body language betray him, he tried to resist but he couldn’t, looking straight into her eyes he remained still, her hands on his chest, he felt enslaved to her touch. “How could I tell her how I feel?” the words were burning in his throat but he couldn’t let it out so “how could I say it with words?” Her body was calling to his but his mind couldn’t take the call. He wanted her more than she did for him, the thought of Betty engulfed his mind. He thought he’d overcome it with his mafia traits but the feelings were growing every passing

"Let's do a final run-through. James, you know the script. Just speak from the heart, tell the truth, and let the world see what Harding has done." James nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to compose himself. He had rehearsed this speech countless times, but each time, the emotions threatened to overwhelm him. The grief, the anger, the betrayal… it was all too much to bear. "Okay," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm ready." Alex hit the record button, the red light blinking on, signaling the start of the performance. James looked directly into the camera, his eyes filled with pain and remorse.