The Heart That Always Loves Her Novels & Stories

My heart pounds as I step forward, my legs moving on their own, and before I know it, I’m in front of her, reaching out. I place a hand on her shoulder, gently, coaxing her to turn. She finally looks at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes vulnerable, and it’s like I’m seeing her for the first time. “Since when?” My voice is barely a whisper, thick with something I can’t even name. “Since when have you loved me?” A sad smile tugs at her lips, her eyes clouding with something achingly tender. “Always, Grace. I’ve loved you… always.”

she sniffled. I leaned against the wall next to her, sliding down to sit on the floor. “I want you to know that I hold love in my heart for Parker, I always will, but it’s the kind of love you hold for family. Because Parker is my family and nothing more.” She glanced up at me through watery eyes, nodding with a frown.

“Chloe, the doctor said Hendrick isn’t going to make it. He’s been calling your name. Please, go in and talk to him.” When I walked into the room, it was like Hendrick sensed my presence. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I stood over him, our roles reversed, everything completely different from before. Hendrick tried to speak, his voice barely a whisper. I had to lean in close to hear him. “Chloe, did you ever love me?” I looked at him and replied, slowly and clearly, “You don’t deserve his heart.” After the bidding meeting, I received a flood of offers from different companies, but I turned them all down.

His words shattered Misty's last hope. Her lips trembled as she stammered out a feeble defense, "Darling, I didn't mean to deceive you. I just… I wanted so badly for you to come back to me. I love you…" But her voice trailed off under his unyielding gaze. In the past, Misty would have been certain that Carter wouldn't be this heartless. Now, she wasn't so sure. She couldn't understand. Why was it that the more she tried to win him back, the further she pushed him away?

But here, in this room, there’s only us—our hearts, our souls, our broken pieces and our undying love. As our lips part, I look into her eyes, finding there a mirror to my own soul. “I love you, Reyna,” I whisper, my voice quivering with the weight those three words hold. “I’ll always stand by you, no matter what darkness we face.” She smiles, a beautiful, fragile thing that’s as fleeting as it is enduring. “I love you too, Rune; always.” With that simple declaration, we surrender to the love that’s always been our greatest strength.

“Why are you looking down all the wrong roads when mine is the heart and the salt of the soul? There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but they'll never love you like I can can can.” This bright-eyed beauty before me is making me fall in love with her without even noticing. I didn't even know that she can amazingly sing like that. Her voice is perfect. Just like everything else about her. I can listen to her singing all day long. She's a bundle of joy that I wish I can forever have in my life.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Anastasia, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Sebastian?"

“Don’t ever stop loving me.” I can hear her heartbeat. Fast. Fragile. Honest. “Not in this lifetime,” I whisper against her skin. Her breath leaves her like she’s been holding it for too long. Then she exhales, long and slow, and leans into me, her body soft and familiar. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. There’s something sacred about the way she fits against me, like the universe finally got something right. Her hand slides up my chest, resting over my heart. She stays there for a moment, like she’s trying to memorize the rhythm. I wonder if she knows it beats differently for her.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

She wished no one would notice the way his eyebrows came together while he spoke, or the movement of his hands whenever he discussed something. She wanted everyone to see him as an ordinary man. Her love was like a blazing fire. She had not lit it herself. Its flames had simply slipped into her without her noticing. Slowly, they crept toward the edges of her heart before consuming it completely. She knew her love was not ordinary. It was not merely a quiet emotion flowing through the soul. It was more like a hurricane that uprooted her and threw her into a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. She was not unaware of how impulsive she was.