The Shape Of My Heart Book Novels & Stories

Anyway possible… *** Raisel paid for a small-sized lodge, luckily for her this one had a stable on the side and Fury was resting alongside other animals. She flipped the pages of the book, there were paintings and sketches of what the heart of magic was supposed to look like. It was in varying shapes. There was no definite description of what it was supposed to look like. Raisel groaned, she had no idea why she had left Avalon. She had felt a strong pull before now she couldn’t even figure out why. She remembered her heart-shaped gem. Dragomir!

My skin, my flesh or my heart? All Hearts!!

Her hands explored his masculine body and started kissing every inch of him. To my readers: Greetings! I'm Zen and a new author here in Goodnovel. How do you find every chapter of my story? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting down below. Thank you and God bless you all! Stay safe everyone! Love you all. By : Zen

They can’t hurt what they can’t see. I did not drop it. I raised it. And I looked—not at the chains, not at the monster’s arms—but at its chest. At the place where all those books fused into a roughly rib‑like cage. At the single, massive volume wedged dead center: a heavy, iron‑clasped tome that hadn’t moved once, even when the rest of its body shifted. Its “heart.” “That,” I gasped, pointing with the pen. “Its heart is a locked book—pry it open!”

A hand again, opened flat, the claw at each fingertip drawn from three sides so you couldn't tell yourself you'd misread it. Then a run of pages on the inside of the thing, and those were worse. I can't read a word of that book. But a drawing of a heart is a heart, and the heart in those pages was wrong. Too big for the chest it sat in. Ringed around its middle with something the maker had pressed in heavier ink, the thing armored under its own skin.

There’s literally a weird squelching sound there and she thinks: {I’ve got to change my pillow. Ecto. The realization comes back to her with the speed and force of an arrow puncturing her heart. Metaphorically and artistically, humans make it sound very romantic and cute to be struck by an arrow. The heart is this 2D clover-leaf shape when it should be a bloody, ugly lump of meat scarred with coronary arteries.

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She will come back to you. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I had been turning it over since I woke up, holding each piece up to the light the way you held things you were trying to see clearly, and every time I thought I had the shape of it the shape shifted and I was left with the feeling of it instead, enormous and unresolved and sitting in my chest like something that needed more room than I currently had to give it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">