The Book That Held Her Heart Novels & Stories

Hannah had found her ring, even though it was not how it used to be. Nothing truly belonged to her in this world, not anything or anyone. She should not have hoped for it, and she should not have been greedy. Unfortunately, she was only human. How could a human not have any desires or wants? Heather entered her room upstairs, closed her door, and drew the curtains shut. Then she took out a box from her pocket. She opened the box and revealed the book inside. She felt as though her heart were about to jump out of her chest because she was so excited and her heartbeat was so rapid.

The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Helen. Helen—my best friend. I stared in disbelief as she smiled warmly and let him inside. My legs felt like they might give out, but I forced myself to move closer. I crept toward the window, careful to stay out of sight. Inside, they were standing close, too close. Helen’s hands brushed against his chest, and then he pulled her into his arms. Their lips met in a kiss so passionate it made my stomach turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away.

His smirk froze when she questioned him. How could the woman, for whom his heart had been beating for so long, ask the question? He could consider if other people had asked him that, but how could she? "I don't have a heart?" he muttered as if questioning himself. She shook her head. "No, you don't have a heart. You have a stone in place of a heart that can change colors whenever it wants." After saying that, she moved close to him and tiptoed to grab the book, considering the last time to take a chance.

She stopped the sentence before completing it when she turned around and saw Adam kneeling on the floor. "Slowly, little by little, you captured my heart, made it yours. It will never belong to anyone else. " Adam started and Lillian felt her heart race recognizing the phrase from her favorite book. "You are a danger to my heart... all I knew was that no one had ever touched my heart and soul like you. No one has ever been as important as you...

I stepped back and looked around. The door of the room pushed open. A figure entered the room wearing a cloak. The person closed the door. The person removed the cap of the cloak. The person was a female . She had long brown hair. She came and stood in front of the desk . As I walked by her side and paused to see what she was doing I saw she was going through some book with a leather cover. I tried to look closely, it was something written about the heart. Words were not clear but it was written 'Heart of gold'. I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important.

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

she said before dropping the call. Feeling the excitement on her chest, she quickly stood up before searching inside her big bag. Her smile grew wider upon seeing the thing that she was looking for. She was already holding her grandmother's book about love potions and enchantment. She remembered how she didn't tell the old woman firsthand that she would be bringing the book with her. Luckily, her grandmother still hadn't looked for it. She lied on her stomach on the bed before opening the book and reading it. She didn't know how many hours she took reading the book, but she didn't even feel tired, instead, she felt a stem of hope that was growing on her chest.

"Fine I will try but at my own convenience. What's the name of the book and where do I read it?" "Shattered Hearts by Micaela Alvarado. It's on A****n, it's the #1 best selling book so far" he answered. "This book better meets my expectations" I said tapping my fingers on the table. "Trust me it will" he replied smiling and then he checked his wristwatch, "I think is time for me to leave. We'll get in touch when I arrive there". "Alright, safe trip. Greetings to my goddaughter and godson and then to their beautiful mom who got married to an ugly jerk like you" I teased and his nostrils flares up.

And not with that sharp, intimidating air he wore in business—he was more like a sad puppy, showing up outside my apartment all the time. "I'm starving," he'd complain. "Then go eat!" I'd shoot back. "I'm exhausted." "Then go to bed!" "I missed you…" And before I could come up with another retort, his kiss fell, sudden and overwhelming. "Aurora," he whispered against my lips, "I really, really missed you." My eyes burned, and before I knew it, I was holding him just as tightly as he held me. On my birthday, Michael took me to Sorrowin Lake. Snow covered the frozen ground, and the whole world was quiet and shining. Right there, he went down on one knee.