Novel & Cerita The Heart That Always Loves Her

Hard. [Hector was drunk. He undressed me. He was inside me. I loved him. I gave myself to him. But I was just a stand-in.] [Maybe I was born dirty—meant to be treated like trash, meant to be ruined by Charlotte's lies. Still... I couldn't stop loving him.] ... The notebook was thick with raw, messy love. Some pages were stained. Her tears. Hector clutched the diary to his chest, shaking. That buried feeling—ignored for so long—finally cracked wide open.

Her nails were digging hard into the palms of her hands, and blood was trickling out from between the cracks. She rushed over to Ivan and slapped the knife away. Then, she grabbed hold of the best man, took off his coat, and draped it around Ivan's shoulders. She sounded helpless as she said in a voice filled with heartache, "Don't do this, Ivan. Don't hurt yourself anymore." "I knew it. I knew that you still loved me, Ari." Ivan took advantage of the situation and hugged her back tightly. A smug, victorious grin spread across his face as he arrogantly cocked his chin up at me.

She can't sense any sadness from her voice anymore. From the moon, she turned her gaze to the stars. Every time she does this she always remembers a song for the person you love so much that you can no longer see again. It is a song by FM Static, the song title is Tonight. Then she hummed it on her mind, "Never thought not having you here would hurt so much....Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up, I need your loving hands to come and pick me up, and every night I miss you, I can just look up, and know the stars are holding you, holding you tonight." "She's with the stars now, right mom?" She smiled forcely and turned to her mother.

I wondered how terrified she was, how much pain she endured. My mother was always a pillar of strength. She never let cruel gossip dim her love for life. No matter how hard life became, she stood by me. She worked herself to the bone to raise me right. She taught me to stand up for myself and to choose love with care. She warned me never to trade my heart for empty promises or fleeting comfort. Though she had little money, she gave others sincerity, kindness, and warmth. Even when Ryan dirtied his expensive clothes while playing at our house, she would wash them by hand in the dead of winter so he would not be scolded at home.

There will always be collateral damage. I sit up in my chair and lean over, tapping my nails on the orb in front of me. The minute I saw her, I knew…….I just knew. I would know her anywhere and at any time, even in death. She is my heart and love, and I must have her. I’ve been trying to get to her for months, and I don’t think I’ve ever been closer. “Soon, my love. Very, very soon, you will be mine.”

I hugged her tightly while she cooked. Yvonne's voice was gentle. "What's the matter? Are you tired from going over documents?" I shook my head. "I'm so lucky to have met you, Yvonne. I'd marry you in all lifetimes." Yvonne turned around to return my embrace. She stood on her toes to kiss my forehead. "Okay." Life was a series of choices with no right answers, but every step mattered. I was truly fortunate to have met Yvonne.

But my thoughts again went to her, who was that boy with her? "Ranbir" came a high-pitched voice from behind me making my ears almost bleed. "My day was supposed to be good today" I thought as I looked behind and a frown came up on my lips. This girl was definition of a person who has run away from mental asylum. Tanya. A psycho fan of mine in Aarav's words. She just cannot see me happy. In her words, she is in love with me. She has almost asked me out the number of times Virat Kohli has made century.

Once we go back, I'll stay there with you. "I already called off my engagement with Jessica. From beginning to end, the only person I've ever loved is you. Millie… Please come back to me, okay?" He apologized through choking sobs. Even though the people around us could not understand the language he spoke, the sight of him kneeling there still moved some of them. However, as I looked at him, I realized something. The disgust I once felt was gone. All that remained inside me was calmness. During this past year, I had already erased his name from my heart. The scars were still there, but looking at him now felt no different from looking at a stranger.

“I am not like some women. I actually love a man for who he is, not his silver and gold.” You fucking WHORE. “Then why were you so happy to see a man who dumped you in a letter?” I sneer. I expect her to lash out, to curse me in French – but instead, she gives me one of the most heartbreaking looks I’ve ever seen on a human being’s face. “Because I loved him then, and I love him toujours. Always,” she says miserably, and turns away. If it’s a performance, it’s flawless. Oscar-worthy.

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai