The Heart Speaks Novels & Stories

"I couldn't speak, I mean... I don't have the power to start that long story" "I think you should go and meet the Doctor and know what he is talking about" Rehab's mother finally explains while she couldn't speak. And then Delis's mind calms down immediately as he was only staring at them. And then Rehab stands up from where she bent just to talk with her mum. She stand up and walk directly to Delis while she was already shading tears. "Delis please let's go see the Dr," Rehab said to Delis. "Okay, let's be quick" Delis responded as they started running to the doctor's office immediately.

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

He then put up a Barrier of True Energy above his head to protect himself from the stones. Shortly after, he heard a wizened voice sighing outside. "The heart is born with all kinds of devils. When the heart dies, all kinds of devils perish too. Why bother clinging onto your obsession?" The moment the voice resounded, tranquility fell on the space and ended the quaking. The voice underground vanished along with it.

That almost imperceptible tremor near him, the heartbeat accelerating by a fraction of a second, had spoken more clearly than any analyst could have done. XXX

Then he guided her hand so it was resting on his chest where his heart was a wild mess. She released her fingers from his and spread them on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. She looked away from his eyes and looked at his chest as if she could see his heart racing. “See?” he asked with a soft smile. “Do you hear it calling out to you? Do you hear its beat? Do you hear the words it's been trying to whisper?” She raised her eyes back to his. “Hearts don't talk, Dalian.” He laughed softly, his eyes burning. “Oh, my love.”

“The both of you, what are you talking about?” “Dont you hear the heartbeat inside of me, the seed that you planted is growing inside of me” She announced while rubbing her tummy and I listened to the heartbeat inside of her.

I whispered, a punch of clarity jolting through me. The memory crashed in—so sure, so sharp I almost couldn’t breathe. I was twelve, sitting in Dad’s messy study back home in Oruk Anam, watching the fan spin while he clacked away at his ancient terminal. He’d handed me a battered medical dictionary, eyes tired but bright. “Sierra,” he said, voice gentle over the nighttime noise, “The world’s changing. People will tell you numbers are all that matter. But remember, every complex system has a heart. And a heart always answers to the language of life.”

The air changes, the threads tighten, the heart beneath the mountain pulses again, but this time— Something answers it. A sound rolls through the valley. Low. Ancient. Not a roar or a voice exactly. Something deeper. The kind of sound that belongs to stone shifting after centuries of stillness. My chest tightens instantly. Because I can feel it now, the heart isn’t just a machine. It’s waking up. Elias freezes beside me, “oh.” Ingrid looks between us, “oh what??” His eyes are wide. “The heart…” he swallows hard, “it’s alive.”

--- The Birth of a Sentient World In the beginning, they didn’t understand what had happened. The earth beneath their feet began to respond. When a child laughed, the flowers bloomed. When someone wept, rain fell gently from a clear sky. And sometimes—when the world wanted to speak—it used the wind. It wasn’t language. It was feeling. A hush of forgiveness. A shiver of warning. A sigh of joy. The Heart had become conscious. Not a god, not a ruler—but a presence that existed everywhere, within everything.

As I listened in closer, two rapid heart beats were heard inside, racing at my touches. Wait a minute...theirs hearts. I can sense everything about them! It's almost as though they are communicating with me through the beats in their heart. My son and my baby girl.