The Heart Speaks Novels & Stories

spoke someone from the crowd Mahira ignored them all, she looked down and walked towards the exit, just as she was about to leave the room, a voice thundered aloud and everyone went quiet When my heart will be on fire and turn black, will you come and pour water to soothe it? All Hearts !!

She knows every single one of my secrets and she still chose to kiss me! [She likes me! She really, truly likes me! Ahhhhhhhhh! Screw it! Who cares about a persona? Is a persona edible?! No! My future wife is the only thing that matters!!!] Held tightly in Silas' crushing embrace, I could barely catch my breath. But amidst the chaos, I could 'hear' the beautiful madness of a heart completely surrendered to me. As for whether he actually heard my verbal answer through his own mental screaming? I have no idea.

"I’ve spent nine seasons running away from you or toward you. I think I’ll just stay right here for a while." He pulled me into him, his skin still holding that unnerving, unnatural heat. We lay there in the silence, the only sound the crackle of the dying fire and that faint, persistent click-click-click from within his chest. The Drama of the Heart: The Vocabulary of Touch "Do you hear it?" I asked, my hand splayed across his ribs. "The heart. It’s not stopping, Jinyan." He sighed, the sound vibrating through my own body. "I hear it. It’s the background noise of my life now, Panni. A reminder that I’m more ledger than man."

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.

They spoke the names they hadn’t dared utter in years — a perfect, aching echo. The noise of the gala seemed to fade around them. It was as if the world had just stopped.

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."

she My mind sputters, and my heart skips a beat. “Excuse me?”

ACE I was furious, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle that it couldn't be heard from the gate. No one speaks to Aella that way, no one is allowed to talk about her. They don't know what it took me to bring her here, they don't know how much I hated sharing her with humans.

It was as though a hidden door within my heart swung open, revealing a truth I hadn't dared to acknowledge even to myself. A soft tremor coursed through my being, an undeniable recognition that the words I had spoken held a depth beyond mere friendship. How had I not seen it before? How had my heart whispered its secrets without my conscious consent? "I..." I began, my voice a fragile thread in the silence that enveloped us.

“Earlier, you said you feel like we’re in different worlds, but you’re wrong. Values can vary from person to person. “I can be high and mighty, but I can also lower my profile for the person I like. If you think it’s unfair to drag me into your so-called world, I can level your world so that there’s no turning back. That way, you can come to mine with ease.” He raised his eyebrow and added, “In fact, there has never been your world or my world; we live in the same world. The human heart is the best weapon to control a person. As long as there are feelings, no barrier can’t be broken through. The reason you’re dividing us into two different worlds is that your trust in me isn’t enough to supp