The Story Of Heart Novels & Stories

He had no feelings, only desires, sensations, attraction, and the pleasure of satisfying what a woman's body could offer. Now, he felt a need for her that he could only imagine was what they called passion or even love, but he couldn't have her, and she would belong to someone else, legally, physically, and emotionally. For the first time, Tony Mythe was experiencing the sensation of having his heart shattered, and it hurt so much that he even had a crazy desire to apologize to the women he had hurt in the past.

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 skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

"I know what you were going to ask just now." "Hah, how?" I questioned because even if we have marked each other there is no way he would have known what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking about this question at all. That's why I wanted to know how he knew about what I was going to ask. "Well for starters we are now connected. Also, I can understand everything about you by now. So it isn't hard to know that you wanted to ask about my heart. I guess you have heard all those false theories that all those ignorant humans spread in their spare time. Well, they are quite off actually, this is because my heart was like this ever since the day I was born. All I can say for now is that this thing hea

Her heart was constantly begging for something she couldn’t figure out nor was she able to understand. Skipping her dinner she directly went to her room and leisurely changed into her nightwear and hit the bed ignoring the begging of her heart thinking that it’s because of the things that Ryan told her today. Maybe she should have paid attention to her nagging heart, which was trying to alert her to the storm that’s going to wipe every bit of peace and happiness she collected all these years. Of course the storm is going to leave her in tears, nothing else but pain, more pain and only pain.

nope, humans do it too, they scavenge hearts All Hearts !!

She is a big fan of nature and loves adventure. Ema had a perfect life after all she had to endure until that moment where fate has a big surprise for her! How far is Ema willing to go in order to make her life what it once was or at least something similar? Enough about Ema, let’s get started……………….

All Hearts! "

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

"I wasn't made to protect stories." A pause. "I wasn't made to guide heroes." Another pause. "I wasn't even made to help dreams." Everyone listened. Waiting. The Heart smiled through its tears. "I was made to inspire them." The words echoed through creation. And suddenly everyone understood. The Heart had always been the first spark. The first hope. The first wonder. The reason stories continued. The reason people dreamed. The reason they kept moving forward. Not because endings didn't exist. Because beginnings did. The realization spread across the stars like sunrise.