The Shape Of My Heart Book Novels & Stories

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

Stepping away from the pedestal, the golden-eyed figure gestured toward the book. “Open it.” I froze, my heart pounding like a jet engine. I wanted to. I needed to. But if I did— I realized I would never be the same. I drew a slow, shuddering breath. Then— I reached for it. As my fingers caressed the cover — The world shattered.

A plate with food was in front of him, and he picked up a piece of cheese as he flipped over the page. Ayla stretched and sat on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard. “What are you reading?” she asked. Rhobart chuckled before lifting the book, the cover facing her—it had no title. For a moment, she thought it was the forgotten book, but the way he smiled… Her heart started hammering in her chest. “Earlier, I was looking for a healing plant in your messenger bag for your arm when I found two books in there. Such a naughty little n’alxa you are,” he laughed.

It was only a small lock, I’m sure it can be easily broken, right? Unfortunately, I tried best in opening the lock, but nothing worked. I studied the lock a little more and realized it has a very unique hole. It was a heart shaped hole, same as to the necklace I’m currently wearing. It was my dad’s birthday present to me. The last present he gave before leaving. I finally able to open the drawer and saw the book we filled with paintings and colors. I never realized how unique the design of the cover is. It's like the covers of some fantasy movie of some sorts.

she said nervously. "Show me" I grumbled. "But you can't...." she started sadly. "I can feel, tracing the accidents suggests me what they appear like" I explained. I waited till her little hand grabbed mine, she delivered it over shakily to her chest. I ought to experience her heart fee go loopy as I began feeling a bit below her collar bone. Her respiratory got here out in pants as I traced quite a few small traces with my thumb. "What are these from?" I quizzed.

I ended up sitting on the floor. From my seated position, I actually had a clearer view of the heart. Despite feeling uneasy, I forced myself to look at it. Upon closer examination, I noticed that this bright red heart was pulsating vigorously, with a rhythm similar to a normal human heart. But that wasn't all. If I looked closely, I could even make out a white shape within the heart. This white shape was circular, resembling a large and round pearl.

This is really stressing me out, and I couldn't wait for it all to be over. The eldest among the elders took the books from me. Others gathered around him as they began glancing through the book. They checked from one book, and then they crossed check from the two other books to see if it would correspond. If I were to be a regular human, my heart would be beating terribly by this time. But fortunately my heart wouldn't move an inch crom it's position or make a single noise. The only person that could ever shake my heart would remain Sally, except Sally, no other person, nor any situation would be capable of making my heart beat, or skip.

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."

My heart was the fullest it had ever been. END OF CHAPTER 74

Behind the books, was a black jewelry box with a note wrapped around it. Before she could even reach out for it, she felt herself start to sway and she let herself sit down on the rug in front of the bookcase. She didn't need to read the letter, knowing it was just full of Finn's lies and manipulations. She was convinced that there was nothing that he could write to change her opinion of him and his awful behaviour. Lili told herself, over and over again, that she really didn't want or love this man. Yet, he was stuck in her brain and breaking her heart daily.