The Sun My Heart Novels & Stories

Oh, be still my heart! Ending their performance on a high note, both literally and figuratively, they sang Endless Sunsets written by Lucas Martinez himself. He even dedicated this song to his girlfriend, who was watching by the sidelines, before professing his undying love for her. And cue the sound of breaking hearts throughout the concert hall as they wrapped up their performance.

@SUHA POV@ Sunrays falling on me to wake me up the first thing I heard after waking up is his heart beat I never thought a heart beat can be a melody I seen his hand on my waist iam lost while mesmerizing his features he is looking so peaceful in sleep Iam unable to stop myself from touching his face iam caressing his cheeks i said "if i had to wish anything in my life i wish to wakeup every morning like this in your arms you made me fall in love with myself

"Thank you for taking this leap with me. I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy." Harper gazed at her ring catching the vibrant sunset. "Thank you for not giving up on me, Wyck," she whispered. With his hand warm in hers, she finally let herself feel nothing but hope and happiness.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

Taking a shaky breath, I began to read: { She is sunlight breaking through storm clouds, Warmth after endless winter. I am shadow, darkness, cold, Yet she chooses to walk beside me. How do you tell the sun That you're unworthy of its light? How do you ask it to keep shining When the universe demands its setting? If I could trade my heartbeats for hers, I would empty my chest without hesitation. But time makes beggars of us all, And I am down to my last prayers. So I'll memorize the constellations of her freckles, The sound of her laugh like distant thunder,

He followed us and toned down his aggression as he said, "You've got it all wrong, Maeve! There's nothing between me and Carmen. It was all just an act!" He pleaded, "Please, you're the only one in my heart. Come back to me, will you? We'll choose your gown again and plan another wedding. This time, you can take charge." I turned around and gazed icily at him. "No, thanks. Just remember that from now on, you and I will go our separate ways. Besides, I haven't loved you in a long time." Austin's face paled as he frantically shook his head in denial.

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun. My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.

Asher I wake up with a smile plastered on my face, the sunlight pouring through the window, warming my skin. It’s not something I usually feel, but today is different. I don’t know why, but something about the morning feels... offbeat like a new chapter is waiting to unfold. The dream I had lingers in my mind. Alethea. The way we moved together, lost in the heat of the moment. The sensation was so real, almost too real like I could feel every shift, every breath, the way she fit perfectly against me. It’s strange, the burning desire, how everything about it felt... right.