Talking Hearts Novels & Stories

I wish they would converse their emotions and give me a reason for distraction. I don’t talk after that, instead just listing to their existence. Marvelling at the fact that someone’s out there, someone that seems safe. I fall asleep to the steady thudump of their heart.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t I?” Jade shot back, his voice dropping. “You’re terrified. She got under your skin, and you don’t know how to deal with it. So you’re doing what you always do, you’re blowing it up so you don’t have to feel it. You’d rather break it, and break her, than admit you might actually have a heart that beats for someone.” The accuracy of Jade’s words was a direct hit. “My personal life is not up for discussion. The subject is closed.”

A question naturally arose. Why did their encounters always happen on the staircase? It was strange. But she loved him, so the location did not matter. The only thing that mattered was seeing him. Nothing more. Before she reached the ground floor, she stopped for a moment. She pulled out her phone and opened that fake account. Then, with her small fingers, she typed the words she wished she could say to him directly: "Tell your beautiful eyes to stop playing with my heart

Ember offered a small smile and handed off the stack of guides to the teen standing nearest her. “Make sure everyone knows how to vote,” she said. “Not just that they can, but that they should.” As she walked out into the cold dusk, the wind picked up slightly, rustling the edges of the flyers now being passed around the café. She took out her phone, thumb hovering over a message thread with Lira, Vivianne, and a few others. Group Name: The Heart of It She typed: > We need more voices. Quiet, steady ones. Start talking to people in your neighborhoods. I’ll meet you tonight. No speeches—just fireside conversations.

One lock undone. The mechanical voice faltered, suddenly uneasy: > 【W-would the remaining honored residents be willing to offer your “Heart of Happiness” to help your family open the Gate?】 So that was it. The keys weren’t metal at all, they were hearts. And not just any hearts. They had to be happy ones. Finn and Susie turned desperately toward their spectral companions. But the three ghosts only shook their heads. “I’m sorry,” one murmured. “Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”

His harsh words stung her like a bee’s painful sting, before she could utter another word or do anything, her lips were roughly covered by his in a forceful kiss When your heart forces you to believe that you’re falling apart, seek help from you mind, Coz whoever said “Think from heart” forgot that messages to heart are transmitted from mind All Hearts !!

I answered "Swati You are mistaken if you believe that I would eventually fall in love with him and subsequently suffer a broken heart as a result of our relationship. I am done with all that emotional nonsense for good. I am quite realistic in my outlook. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally found someone who could make me laugh and who could carry on a regular conversation with me without making me uncomfortable. He never made unnecessary physical contact with me. I don't understand why you are being so stubborn.” Swati exclaimed, "Well, it wasn't just me—everyone saw the sparks fly!" I rolled my eyes "what the heck!! But even if sparks did fly, there is no reason to be concerned

"Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart." "KitKat, you're right, there's no distance between loving each other. Being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it is not enough to stop caring and remembering. Even the sea and the end of the world can't stop each other two hearts with one beat, and two souls in tune." Ban answered her softly. It's a dialogue from the movie. Vera feels that the movie is a movie, the real one is much mo

I tuck my hair behind my ears and breathe out forcefully, hoping it will release the tight hold I feel in my chest, the knot in the insides of my stomach, the lump in my throat. It doesn't. "Are you okay?" He asks. Clearing my throat, "Yeah, I am." I roll my head in his direction, "Talk to me, say anything," I urge. I don't want everything to go quiet. Quiet is not a good place. It's a dark place. Quiet is where my thoughts go loud.

"A new family. A new love. And in their world, I'm the only one that matters. I like my life the way it is. I don't want anyone disrupting that." She turned to him, really looking at him. Steven dropped his gaze, suddenly small, almost pitiful. Yara opened her mouth but hesitated. The words wouldn't come. She sighed. "Fine. You can visit. But only you." She waved him off, already moving. Stay, leave—whatever. There was no real hatred between them. Just old, faded feelings. Scars that had healed long ago. She had already moved on. So why cling to the past?