This Heart Of Mine Book Novels & Stories

The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest. Ash forced himself into a sitting position, clutching the floor to stay upright. His movements were sluggish, but his eyes—those swirling silver-white eyes—held a clarity sharp enough to cut. “Tyla,” he rasped. “Listen carefully.” Arthur stepped forward instantly, tension rattling through him. “She’s not choosing anything until we know what the hell this ‘heart’ does.” Ash didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on me. “The heart is the anchor.”

I was born with both emotions, and they have both been my close friends for so long that they have mixed together somehow. I look over at the fireplace and cross my arms against my chest. I’m not lighting any fire for someone that just wants to use me for sex and throw me away. I don’t want to be forced into anything. I look around the room, searching the bookcase but not picking up any of the books because they look old, priceless, and I’m not risking breaking one of them. My heart feels like it never stops pounding as I hear a key turning in the door, and I quickly turn around, walking to the middle of the room as the door opens. Alpha is back.

“Earlier, you said you feel like we’re in different worlds, but you’re wrong. Values can vary from person to person. “I can be high and mighty, but I can also lower my profile for the person I like. If you think it’s unfair to drag me into your so-called world, I can level your world so that there’s no turning back. That way, you can come to mine with ease.” He raised his eyebrow and added, “In fact, there has never been your world or my world; we live in the same world. The human heart is the best weapon to control a person. As long as there are feelings, no barrier can’t be broken through. The reason you’re dividing us into two different worlds is that your trust in me isn’t enough to supp

After the concert, the three of us walked through the streets of Vienna. Liam held my hand, and Lily skipped between us. "Mommy was so good today!" she said, looking up at me. "Everyone clapped for you!" "That's because Mommy was thinking of Lily and Daddy when she was playing," I said, bending down to kiss her forehead. Liam looked at me, his eyes soft. "I'm so proud of you, Elara." I smiled. Over the past five years, Liam's patience and gentleness had healed every scar on my heart. He never brought up the past, simply loved me with a quiet, steady strength. Our daughter, who had his kind heart and my musical talent, was the most precious gift of my life.

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

“Ma chérie” I heard my mother's voice, soft and delicate, calling out to me. “mom? Is that you?” I spoke in a low voice, I couldn't see anything, everything was pitch black, I didn't know if I was still asleep or awake. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or another one of my hallucinations. “Mon petit cœur, mon bijou, ma belle, ma princesse, mon trésor” I felt her soft yet trembling hands cupping my face.

I tried to forget and even move on. I even met someone else but it never worked. Because no matter what… She stayed. In my head. In my chest. Everywhere. And now… Years later… I stood in the hallway outside her door. Listening to the silence inside. Knowing one thing. I had lost her once. Because of my pride. Because of my silence. Because I was a coward. But this time? I wasn’t going to stand back and watch. Not again. Not when she was hurting. Not when I knew the truth.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.