The Story Of Heart 소설 & 이야기

Mayank please take care of my daughter do not let her hurt herself. "Yes mom she is my life I cannot even think about hurting her," said Mayank Hello, cupcakes, The story is going to be more interesting and mysterious so join the US in" Tales of Heart "Don't let my Heart shattered "and let’s end today's chapter because let it be more mysterious…

“Brat, why are they chasing after you?” Exhausted, Alex slumped to the ground. “I somehow encountered a huge heart that lives inside my body as its host. These two guys are here to snatch it. It seems to be of a great origin, but it has fused with my heart. I can’t possibly gouge my heart out, right?” Grand Emperor Rowan stared at the location of his heart again and again. Alex covered his heart with his hand quickly. “What are you doing? You aren’t trying to steal my heart, too?”

♡SUHA POV♡ it is already one week I started avoiding him I don't know though it is one week iam feeling like decades everytime I avoid him my heart is broken into pieces I dont know how he is feeling but iam dying here I know iam a fool but this stupid heart of mine not listening to me still increasing feelings on him I dont want him to hurt because of my stupid feelings now iam also feeling strange how a fool like me maintaining that large company I always feel proud myself but today Iam a fool cant even control my heart but iam controlling the second largest company in the country what a fool iam why prince sobb why I am unlucky to not to have you in my life why I didn't met you earlier if

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

Because someone who treats you like this… someone who cheats, lies, manipulates… doesn’t get to control your heart forever. Not me.

she whispered, as if it were a sacred secret. I smiled. I looked at their expectant faces, at the parents watching fondly from the tables, at my mate, and at my friend by the fire. And I began. "It is not a story about a person who had no wolf," I said, my voice clear and carrying through the hall. "It is a story about a person who learned that her heart was her greatest strength. It is a story about love that is fiercer than fury, and hope that is stronger than fear."

Then, he continued, "Her heart was donated to Miss Yvette. The donor's family we were trying to find back then was you, sir." Joseph seemed unable to bear such a huge blow. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground. Yvette also looked shocked. "The person who donated their heart to me was my own sister…" There was an unprecedented emptiness and despair in Joseph's eyes. "Why is it her? How did it turn out like this? Did I kill my own sister?" he asked. His assistant shook his head. "No, sir. Miss Wendy was dying. She willingly asked the doctor to give her heart to Miss Yvette. Everything was her choice," the assistant replied.