Stay With Me Warm My Heart Novels & Stories

As you go so far My heart says stay back Because it clinches for your smile It cannot relate someone so pure It cannot stay so endure You are carrying my heart away So peaceful and keen to say That I love you And I will love you Till the end

Her threat was so soft and a bit playful as the boy watched her closely and parted his lips for her to feed him. Their little moment had the enamored CEO marveled and his heart aching in longing. His mother would feed him just like that when he was ill or being too stubborn to sit still and eat. As he watched them, in their own peaceful world, a warmth from which he knew not where it's source came from was spilling into him. The strange comforting warmth was spreading rapidly throughout his frozen word, melting all the ice glacials and waking up long, lost and forgotten sensations. His heart was constricting powerfully.

I smiled. Taking a seat on the piano, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the keys. Humming the rhythm before I started singing. 🎶It’s not easy to keep a heart warm. When all I can feel is harm. It’s funny how love builds me. Only to leave me broken and defeated. All this pain I feel, it’ll be gone in a bliss. This cold blanket surrounds me. It’ll soon be gone and I’ll find peace.🎶 ~~

And something inside me— held. Not enough to break free. Not enough to rise. But enough— to stay. Suddenly, the warmth shifted—fading, slipping away from me. No. Don’t go. Not words. Not yet. But everything in me reached. My fingers didn’t obey. I tried again. Harder. A small tremor ran through them. Pain followed. Sharp. Real. I hesitated. He took a step back. His warmth fading with the distance. No. I need it.

5:30 in the morning, Anderson smiles as their gig finally comes to an end. He is so excited to see his girlfriend. In today's generation, where teenagers fall in love within a day and fall out of love within a week, Anderson is thankful that he found a girl that knows how to stay. Lana stayed beside him for two years, supporting him in his passion for singing and helping him in his battles. She has given her so much, and the little thing he could do is exert effort for her.

But most of all, I'm happy in his arms again I just wish I could stay there forever. #

The realization flooded my system with warmth. Touch me.

She put her hand flat on his chest over his heart, the way she had done in the players' area when he had a dead leg and the world had not ended, and she felt the heartbeat she had fallen asleep to for four years, steady and unhurried, the heartbeat of a man who was completely himself, which was the heartbeat she had chosen and kept choosing every morning when the alarm went off and the choice was simply to stay. She stayed. He was glad. She was glad. That was all of it. End of Chapter 95

I asked wandering what he was talking about “put all your effort into your work” “I derive pleasure in making people happy, especially helpless people, it’s all I look forward to every morning I wake up, so doing it, putting efforts to make my patients happy gives me purpose, and I derive satisfaction” I replied, giving him a triumphant smile am really proud of my job and i don't get to brag about it every time so cut me some slack for over doing this one. “wow, that is good” “thank you” I said. Looking up to the wall, I saw a picture frame of Morris, Chris, and a woman, who I think it’s his late wife, “that is your late wife?” I ask, even though I know the answer

she went on, her presence brimming with warmth, "Instead of revulsion, I find myself drawn to Blake. I relish seeing him, feeling the warmth of his hand." I could sense the warmth in her words, a metaphorical smile in her voice. "So, my human, don't overthink it any longer. Just follow your heart." "Just follow my heart?" I pondered, my voice trembling as the words escaped my lips. Tears flowed freely, their warmth tracing the path of my despair on my cheeks. Blake witnessed my anguish, his eyes mirroring the agony within me. His hand, a lifeline amidst the tempest, clasped mine, while his other hand gently reached for my face, tenderly brushing away the cascading tears.