Novel & Cerita The Head And The Heart Book

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

They both huffed and snuggled into Carson stealing glances and sticking out their tongues. "They cannot stay apart". The whole family witnessed it from the living room and smiled at them. "Yeah. They are the heart, mind and soul of each other". And that was the ultimate truth. ----- Tabby

That kind of patience could break someone. I turned to him in the dark, searching his face. “I’m not ready,” I whispered. “For...everything.” He nodded slowly, eyes locked on mine even in the shadows. “Then I’ll wait. Even if it takes forever.” Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away before they could fall. And when I finally laid my head on his chest, I could hear it his heartbeat. Fast, but steady. Like he was holding it all in for my sake.

This is really stressing me out, and I couldn't wait for it all to be over. The eldest among the elders took the books from me. Others gathered around him as they began glancing through the book. They checked from one book, and then they crossed check from the two other books to see if it would correspond. If I were to be a regular human, my heart would be beating terribly by this time. But fortunately my heart wouldn't move an inch crom it's position or make a single noise. The only person that could ever shake my heart would remain Sally, except Sally, no other person, nor any situation would be capable of making my heart beat, or skip.

—Like what? —For example, instead of ending an everyday existence, you can save it, he pronounces, making it sound excessively simple and at the same time excessively confusing. Something like this may help, albeit briefly. In any case, the genuine clash you currently have is between your head and your heart, he clarifies. Your head, your head realizes that the main misdeed you did was to survive. Nevertheless. Your heart? Your heart actually thinks it was murder. So I guess you need to make your heart find your head.

I gestured at the blank space where a new document might have gone, though we both understood there was no paper large enough to hold what we actually meant, "—because somewhere in the last year, you became the thing I never let myself hope for. Not safety. Not money. Just someone who saw exactly how much I was carrying, and instead of asking me to carry less, asked how he could help me carry it." He kissed me then, slow and certain, no cameras watching, no board members judging, no trust clause requiring anything of either of us at all — just two people who'd started as strangers negotiating terms, and become, somewhere in the space between contract and truth, each other's whole and willing

Just us—choosing each other, building a family, refusing to surrender to fear or trauma or every voice that said this was impossible. Some hearts break. Some hearts surrender. Ours? We built an empire from the shattered pieces. And the heart that wouldn't surrender finally learned that sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let yourself be loved exactly as you are. THE END

Alima POV I stood in front of the Alpha’s door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to face him. But I had no choice. He had requested to see me. My mind kept spinning with questions I didn’t have answers to. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I hesitated, then raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. I waited, biting my lip nervously. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. My breath quickened as I raised my hand a third time, then his voice sounded.

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

" I was numb all over and just let him hug me. Whatever. It was useless for me to continue wasting my breath on a man who was adamant about playing dumb. When he saw that I had calmed down, he thought that he'd managed to comfort me and left afterward. I slid to the floor weakly, like a puppet who'd just had all her strings severed. Ingrid walked toward me and carefully hugged my neck with her little hands. She buried her head in my chest and said softly in a nasal voice, "Mommy, I'm not hungry. I won't eat anything. Let's not want Daddy anymore. Okay?" I quickly snapped back to my senses and hugged her back tightly. Ingrid continued sobbing quietly in my arms, sounding as if she'd made up h