The Heart Speaks Novels & Stories

He gestured Sylvester to go on the other side. "S h e ... i s... s o m e w h e r e .. t h e r e. B u t... r e m e m b e r... T h e... f a c e s.. c a n... l i e .. b u t... t h e... h e a r t .. a l w a y s... k n o w... i t' s .. o w n e r. T r u s t .. y o u r .... h e a r t ... n o t... y o u r... b r a i n."

"Can you describe it to me?" "The lyrics you've written tell about how much this person loves the other. That they are ready to face the future with them if only they are given the chance," Aurelie explained. "There's no material thing that would be an exchange to sincere happiness." She noticed Harlem's silence and so she looked at him only to find out he's staring at her. 'What the hell is this again this time? Don't tell me he's feeling the same thing as Red or Sho's feeling every time they're staring at her!' Aurelie thought.

Well, they are not even humans. “SPADE!” Heart shouted as her face turned pale. In horror of what he said, or in fear of something, Spade doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to know. “Please… come back to us.” She said as she lowered her head. Her voice trembled and her tone was begging. Spade looked at her indifferently. “Do you really mean it?” he asked. “Yes!” Heart answered as she stared at Spade. She is sincere, and there is no scheming nor calculations that can be seen in her eyes. She really wanted for Spade to return to their side.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

The guardian, a custodian of astral secrets, gestured towards unexplored realms, where the dialogues of our hearts would carve new constellations. In the astral embrace, dialogues became a dance of vulnerability and understanding. "Words unsaid reverberate through the astral realms, forging connections beyond the grasp of mortal tongues," mused one of us. The guardian, a conduit between worlds, guided us through the intricate steps of cosmic communication, where the language of the heart transcended the limitations of spoken words.

Matthew said. The room erupted in thunderous applause. Meghan held her head high, basking in the attention. In the next instant, the screen lit up, and an obscene recording of heavy breathing echoed through the hall.

Her face bloomed up when she heard his rhythmic yet strong heart beat; her whole world felt dovish whenever she heard this melody. She looked up at him and confessed, "Sheng, you know, your heartbeat is my favourite kind of sound." Her smile was like sunglight blazing over the mountains, a passionate warmth amidst the horizon. He replied, "It's mine favourite too because it enounces your name." The girl was surprised, "For real?"

“Great. We finally stop one apocalypse, and now we’ve got an ancient sky monster.” The wind shifted, bringing with it a sound that made every bone in my body vibrate. Not a roar. Not a growl. A voice. Children of the split… The words didn’t echo aloud—they rippled through my head like a memory being rewritten. Edward gritted his teeth. “It’s talking to you, isn’t it?” “To all of us,” I said softly. “But mostly me.” You carry what was mine, the voice continued, calm and immense. The Heart that kept the realms apart. Why have you awakened the hinge between worlds?

Alexis The toughest conversations are the ones we’ve never had with our heart. Conversations with heart are always honest; pure, real and non pretentious. It is a non judgmental zone where you can bare all without any fear… The heart always knows the truth no matter what condition it is in; your heart will always lead you to the right answer . Your heart will always lead you home. I have had moments when I’ve doubted the very love I believed in.

नज़रें बोलें दुनिया बोले दिल की ज़बाँ हाय दिल की ज़बाँ इश्क मांगे इश्क चाहे कोई तूफां हाय (The eyes speak, the world speaks the language of the heart, the language of the heart Love wants and desires for a storm)