Speaking From The Heart Novels & Stories

The words drift past me like gentle wind. All I hear is my own heartbeat. And his breathing. The garden feels suspended in time. I lean closer slightly. There is something I need to say. It is not part of the script. It is not rehearsed. It is simply true. “I love you,” I whisper. The microphone catches it, amplifies it gently, carries it outward. A soft gasp escapes someone in the front row. I do not care. I am not performing. I am confessing. The words feel heavier than any vow.

One heartbeat to center myself. I step through. And the world explodes.

I was too overwhelmed to speak, but my heart? My heart was overflowing with gratitude. I swear it.

Then I spoke the words that had been forming in my heart all night. “Love doesn’t end here,” I said, my voice strong and certain. “It lives in all of us.”

I wasn’t going to push either, I had things to sort through my head, like the way I would stare down at the Conrads when I walked on the stage. “Have you thought through your speech?” she asked. She was deflecting trying to bring my mind back from panicking too much. “I may just have to speak from the heart, tonight is about making memories,” “The world is already glued to your story, Mrs Beck,” Greg said. “And now, I believe it is time that you stepped out and show them just who you are,” The chair spun and I faced the mirror, I have been through a lot of events, dressed in different outfits, but nothing has ever made me feel this seen.

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.

Pure, unshakable, infinite. And beneath the golden sun, surrounded by the people who had become our family, I whispered the words that had lived in my soul since the beginning… “My heart is home.”

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

His words were cut short. "It is my fault, okay? That's why I let every fucking alpha to fuck me because being modest had brought nothing good and besides, many Alphas like it rough. The pain is like a medicine for my aching heart. It's like a punishment that I gladly take. "Irish said her voice low, muffled in the Alpha's chest.