The Shape Of My Heart Book Novels & Stories

Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud “Just like the way it goes, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I would say the way to a man’s soul is his body” ‘Wow, this makes a lot of sense’ Serafine said within her as she read further. So far, she was enjoying what she was reading and she was relieved that there was no naughty part apart from the first page as she had not yet encountered one. Serafine read the book for a few hours until she slept off

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

I whisper, my voice barely audible over his steady breathing. Cradled in his arms, I revel in the warmth of his body against mine, the lingering echoes of his passionate caresses still tingling across my skin. As I slowly surrender to the lulling rhythm of his heartbeat, I know this moment will forever be seared into my memory - a scorching brand upon my soul that can never be erased.

I still would have said yes if there wasn’t one. It’s beautiful, simple, and classic, a set heart shaped diamond on a plain band and crazily big. It’s exactly what I would choose for myself and I’m sure he’s chosen it, knowing just that. I love it and as he slides it on my finger easily, I can’t help the tears escaping my eyes. A perfect fit, not that I am surprised as he has bought me several rings over the years, including the tiny unicorn ring I wear on my right hand every day. A reminder of how attentive he is to me.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

'a way to move on quickly, compelling.' My smile grew when I found a book that was not too thick, a book to be able to recover faster from a broken heart. The cover is pink mixed with black. "So you're heartbroken, huh?" asked the cashier when I paid for the book I bought "Hmmm, not for me," I avoided. The fat woman looked at me sharply. "Then, for who? Your eyes are talking," she said again. "My eyes?" I also hold my eyes

she names and throws a book he has taken out of a pile next to her on the floor. As I pick it up I read its title, The Mechanics of the Heart by Mathias Malzieu. "Thank you." I thanked him, going to his side, I hesitated to sit in his position; with my legs hanging from the wall, and because of my fear of falling I feel not so on the edge of crossed legs. “Afraid of falling?” She smiled looking at me, taking the cigarette out of her mouth, and I saw that she was happy. I loved seeing him like that.

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

No matter how much she tried to deny it , no matter how much she told herself that it was because she wasn't used to such situations , her heart couldn't deny the little bit of attraction that had begun to develop for him . ' ....................Why is my heart beating like this ?!.....Don't the books say that the heartbeats are the sign of love ?!..........Shouldn't my heartbeat only for Liam ?!........When did it start to beat like this for him too ?! ' thought Kiara with a troubled expression .