Speaking From The Heart Novels & Stories

I stand still, breathing in the gravity of the moment, but my heart pulls toward the next truth that must be spoken, not for tradition’s sake, but for mine. I lift my hand. The crowd quiets instantly. The flame of celebration still flickers in the air, but anticipation settles once again, something unfinished lingers. My voice is steady, but weighted. Intentional. “An Alpha is never whole alone.” The words feel ancient, but they are mine.

I shut my eyes for one desperate second. Then I remember the last time I struggled with my words. I was with Adam. That one night I wanted to confess how I felt about him but I didn't have the words to say. “If you don’t have the words to say, then speak from how you feel in your heart,” that's what he said to me. I breathe in and let it out. “Ok. My name is Hermione Bennett.” My voice finally cracks out. “I’m the founder of D-Egnite, a tech brand built for one reason—To help young minds launch their dreams with massive success.”

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.

My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst, and then, a single word echoed through my mind, spoken with the force of a thousand years of instinct: “MATE!”

“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.

With respect, Max Love lives in the echoes we leave behind and in words we whisper, letters we never send, and truths we finally learn to speak. The heart always remembers.

“Ever?” “Nope. Never.” “Come on, Susan. Don’t mess with me. No human is made of stone, or has a heart like that of stone. Well, unless terrorists. Wait. Those guys even have soft spots. They just seek to hide it.” Susan grinned. “Actually, I am made of stone. Carved from it actually. I have a heart of stone. And that’s when I love, I love to the fullest. And when I hate, it’s hate filled with purity.”

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

“But you are also my greatest love.” His jaw tightened, his fingers pressing into her skin as if he couldn’t bear to let go. “I was afraid to love you,” she admitted, blinking against the moisture in her eyes. “Because loving you meant giving up. It meant putting my heart in your hands, knowing you could break it.” Her voice wavered, but she held his gaze, unwavering. “But I am standing here today because I chose you. I will always choose you.” The wind carried the words between them like a vow sealed by the universe itself.