The Heart Novels & Stories

He had always been proud and cold, always the one standing above everyone, giving orders. But now, he was crying like a child who'd been kicked out of his own home. If this were the past, my heart would have immediately softened. I would have rushed to hold him. But now, I felt like I was watching the end of a pathetic play. Once the curtain falls, it's over. My heart was calm, untouched. People are like that. When you hold something in your hand, you toss it around carelessly. Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up.

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​

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

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

Again, I hear the tiny thumping of a small heart. A baby.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

"Did you know that the human heart beats approximately one hundred thousand times per day? That's three billion times in an average lifetime!" "That's fascinating, princess," I said, grateful for the interruption. "Is this for school?" "No, I was just reading about hearts because Iniko has a heart condition and I wanted to understand it better." Cassidy climbed onto a stool between me and my mother. "His heart doesn't work right so he needs medication and he can't play active games and he gets tired easily. It's really sad." My chest tightened. Ambelyn's son had a serious heart condition. That explained so much—the divorce, the desperation I'd seen in her eyes during the interview, the way s

Just above his heart. I gasped.