The Heart Novels & Stories

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.

Russell’s voice was calm, but there was something hopeful in his eyes. “We want to know if you’d consider giving us another chance.” I stared at him then slowly whispered. “A chance?” Russell nodded. “Yes.” My mind raced. “You mean… like before?” Russell shook his head slowly. “No.” He stepped even closer. “Something more serious this time.” My heart skipped a bit. “What kind of serious?” Russell’s lips curved slightly. “Russell…” “Yeah?” “This is a lot.” Russell nodded. “I know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

"I have something from Mr. Gardner, Ms. Bradford. He insisted that you accept it." There was a blood bank donation agreement inside the envelope. Matthew had established a private reserve in Olivia's name at the country's leading hematology center, securing 30 units of matching blood and hiring a dedicated team to maintain the supply indefinitely. He clearly hadn't forgotten about Olivia's congenital coagulation disorder and wanted to guarantee her safety in an emergency.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

“Protection doesn’t mean ownership, Alexander. And it doesn’t mean secrecy. I need to know that what we have isn’t conditional.” He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair, the intensity of his emotions making the room feel smaller, hotter, charged. “You’re asking me to tear down walls I’ve spent years building, to risk everything for something I can’t guarantee even to myself.” She rose to meet him, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I’m asking you to risk it for us,” she said softly. “Because I can’t keep pretending that the contract gives me rights to your heart. I want your heart freely. Not because of terms, not because of structure, not because

A mother’s heart is uniquely attuned to her child, a lifelong bond that begins even before birth and continues to grow, no matter the circumstances. As Rajeev hugged Ambika, the years of separation melted away. The moment his arms encircled her, an invisible thread pulled tight, linking their hearts in an unbreakable embrace. Ambika’s heart responded instantly, recognizing the touch of her child. It was as if her very soul had been waiting for this reunion, a part of her always aware, always hoping. Her body reacted with an instinctual warmth, a surge of profound love flooding her system. She felt his heartbeat against her chest, a familiar rhythm that resonated with her own. In that instant

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

Four Years Ago Noah's POV: Hearing the bell going off, I stood up from my chair as my back made a cracking sound. I did not even realize for how long I was sitting in front of my desktop. As I checked who it was, it turned out to be Eva, my girlfriend of five years. Opening the door, I welcomed her in the apartment we share together and she stared at me with a face which said she could murder a person right here out of rage. What got her in a knot today!!

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.