Talking Hearts Novels & Stories

I'm asking you not to leave things up to here. -It's not your mom that's dead, it's mine and I see that you don't care one bit about what I feel, you just try to kiss me and pretend nothing happened. Things are not like that, everything is solved by talking and I see that the least you want to do is talk. You want to leave everything aside and pretend that nothing happened -As I finished saying this I left the room, slammed the door and ran to mine.

Days have passed since our wolves bonded and marked each other. And somehow we could read each other’s thoughts all the time. Every now and again me and Lucian sit talking to each other for minutes on end without realizing that we are talking telepathically. A couple of times Layla and Damian would just stare at us like we were crazy and reminded us that they too would like to be part of the conversation. We mostly ended up talking about the baby shower as well as the inevitable war that is dangling by a string.

Her heart hammered behind her ribcage and she leaned in closer, not giving a second thought to what she was doing. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them as they both succumbed to the demands of their bodies. Luke's fingers intertwined with hers, a gentle yet unyielding grasp. As Luna's lips touched Luke's, the gentle pressure of his mouth sent shivers through her veins. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, both their hearts slowing down to beat as one.

He blocked himself, covering her body from his. A loud crashing was heard. Danielle and Anthony was under the pile of woods. Under the rumbles, Danielle turned to face him. Her body was lying on the ground. She touched his face and her heart was breaking as she looked at him struggling to keep them alive. “ Honey, I'm sorry! I love you!” Danielle cried silently. Her tears fell from her cheeks. “ It's okay, my love. I'm here. I love you more!” Anthony was pushing himself up while they were stocked inside the rumbles.

Sara said. “Do you ever get lonely?” he asked out of the blue, and he surprised himself by letting it slip out. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I mean, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but like we spent time together on the farm in the barn. Do you miss having someone to talk to like that?” he asked. “I know I do. I talk to people all day, every day, but I don’t know them. I am not sure I want to know them. But I do miss people and being able to just talk to someone. Sometimes I end up talking to the dogs like they are people, and then I feel like the biggest moron on the planet.”

” R: ”and I. E: ”…I…I…I.” R: ”I want to share..” T: ”…all my love with you..” R: ”No one else will do.." E: ”and your eyes…:” R: ”Your eyes…your eyes..” T: ”…they tell me how much you care…ooh yes…you will always be….my…endless love…two hearts….two hearts that beat as one….our lives have just begun…” E: ”Forever…”

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

But tonight, something in him was breaking open, and some part of her felt it too. “Elena…” He took a step closer. “I haven’t been able to talk like this with anyone. Not even Naomi.” “That’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to rush healing.” “But I want to talk to you,” he said, voice low and honest. “I keep wanting to.” Her heartbeat stumbled. They were close enough now that she could see the faint exhaustion under his eyes, the lines carved by years of grief, the gentleness still buried in his expression. And something else, something unspoken but strong.

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.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.