Novel & Cerita Tales From The Heart

I knitted my eyebrows and brought his palm near my heart. “Are you hearing this?” I questioned with a weak smile and instantly his eyes snapped in my direction. He looked at me, then his palm and then lastly held an eye contact with me. His eyes were pale, devoid of every emotions except confusion. “Can I hate my heartbeat?” I asked again but he only searched my face and few minutes later he shook his head. And that’s when my smile went mode bigger. “This heartbeat is for you. So if I couldn’t hate it then how can I hate you?” I said softly and he gets almost startled in shock.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

“This text… it’s old. Very old. And if I’m not mistaken, it’s tied to the Heart.” Sasha’s heart raced. “Do you think it can help?” Alaric’s expression darkened. “Possibly. But whatever knowledge is in here, it comes with a price. The Heart is powerful, yes, but it’s also dangerous. It feeds on emotion—fear, anger, even love. If you’re not careful, it could consume you.” Sasha met his gaze, determination burning in her eyes. “I’ll take the risk.” Alaric studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “Then we’ll figure it out together.”

Four Years Ago Noah's POV: Hearing the bell going off, I stood up from my chair as my back made a cracking sound. I did not even realize for how long I was sitting in front of my desktop. As I checked who it was, it turned out to be Eva, my girlfriend of five years. Opening the door, I welcomed her in the apartment we share together and she stared at me with a face which said she could murder a person right here out of rage. What got her in a knot today!!

I kept staring at it for several minutes. "Hey say something" Ishaan broke my trance. "It's beautiful Ishaan. I am speechless, but it must be expensive." I said. "Don't worry about that." He shrugged. I looked down at it again "put in on me Ishaan." He grinned and took the box from me. He took out the glittering chain from the box. I turned my back towards him. fumbled a bit with the clasp to open it. He gently placed it on my neck and closed the clasp. The glittering heart was now nestled just above my cleavage.

ANDREA My heart pounds fiercely as Stefano's question propels me back to that fateful night. Memories flood my mind with the force of a bulldozer, each one vivid and raw, tearing through the carefully constructed walls I've built to keep them at bay. FIVE YEARS AGO

Yara didn't know how he could lie so effortlessly. That bakery was in South Belgrave, halfway across the city. Their cheese tarts were famous—so popular that people waited in line for hours just to get a box. And Mateo had gone through all that trouble. Not for her. For Helen. Yara was exhausted. She didn't have the energy to play along anymore. Shaking her head, she turned down his attempt at reconciliation for the first time. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to rest." Without waiting for his reaction, she headed straight to her room.

The worst thing about trusting someone, especially with your heart is that is also the same person that could destroy it if they chose to. Could I trust Owen Marshall or was this a game, a quest he was on? I set out this year to take risks, to live my life beyond just the four walls of the little white-sided house we live in. This was what I essentially signed up for. Take the leap of faith, the dive off into the deep end, the free fall from the airplane. Risking my heart and falling in love felt all the same to me.

" I smile. "Our story started spring break the summer before law school. We survived law school and 3 obsessive stalkers. We both were put in the hospital with serious injuries and we both made it through. Thankfully that's behind us. And I look forward to what the future holds. I look forward to starting our next chapter to our life. Brady if possible I love you more today than I ever have. And I hope you love my gift." I reply. Tammy is recording this for me. I let her in on my secret as I needed help. Mom and dad are watching me with raised eyebrows. Mom is going to freak.

she demanded, her eyes searching mine for answers as I moved to close all the windows, enveloping us in a cocoon of secrecy. I paused, grappling with the weight of my confession, knowing that it could spell trouble for all of us. "It's the man from the store," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "H-He's not just any Wreath boy. He's the Prince." Leigh's eyes widened in horror, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Oh no," she breathed, her voice trembling with fear. "Please tell me he doesn't know about you being a healer. Otherwise, why else would you be in such a panic?"