Novel & Cerita Touch Your Heart Reviews

My best friend had returned to her car and, seeing the scene, flung her bag right at the woman's face. "Is this how the Collins family acts? Stealing and striking in broad daylight?" The woman clutched her cheek, flushed a bright red from Lilian Stewart's slap, and let out a wicked grin. "Rules? Here in Riverton City, Collins Group makes the rules! And nobody–I mean nobody–talks back to me. "That medieval chalice is mine! And who are you to challenge me for it?" I could not help but smirk at Alora. "Wow, Collins Group must be slacking. They didn't teach you 'stealing is wrong' in training, huh?"

Something in between that my body decided without consulting my brain. He caught my wrist. Gentle. His thumb found my pulse point before I could pull away. The pad of his thumb pressed against the place where my blood ran closest to the surface. I could feel my own heartbeat through his touch. Fast. Unsteady. Traitorous. "Your heart," he murmured. His voice was gravel wrapped in smoke. "Shut up." I pulled free. But slowly. My skin dragging against his fingers like it didn't want to leave. The contact point burned. Not painful. The kind of burn that made you lean closer to the flame.

No…" The broken sound came from Declan. He moved like a puppet with its strings cut, staggering toward the suitcase one step at a time. Then he bent down and picked up a thorn brooch set with moonstone. It was the birthday gift he had given his mother last year. Something inside him snapped. His fist clenched so tightly around the brooch that it cut into his palm. Then he turned around, eyes blood-red, and fixed Vanessa with a look that could have killed. His voice came out raw. "Vanessa…" He sounded hoarse. "The old woman you despised… was my mother." Vanessa staggered backward in terror. Her heel twisted beneath her, and she crashed to the floor. "I… I didn't know!"

Heat radiated off him, the kind that had nothing to do with kitchens or stovetops. “You see it?” he murmured, “You feel how it never truly healed, right?” I shook my head, trying to tug free, but his grip stayed gentle, just firm enough to keep me there. “Don’t run from it, Eve,” he whispered, guiding my palm flat against his skin. “Touch it.” His chest rose under my palm, steady at first, then uneven as though my touch rewired his heartbeat. “Eve,” he whispered, “you’re the first person since her that makes me feel like I’m not walking around half-dead.”

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

Too close for Daylen to feel his breath on his skin but not close enough for their bodies to touch. "Are you so scared to be touched by me?" Syvan asked. Daylen locked eyes with him. Daylen didn't know what it was Syvan's eyes. It looked like disappointment and a hint of sadness. Daylen's heart squeezed in pain. His resistance caused Syvan to be sad and in turn that made Daylen sad. His feelings affected the magic oozing out of his hands stopping the force keeping Syvan in the air.

Ever so softly, his chest heaved up and down as he stepped closer to me. The first thing he touched was my heart region. His calloused palm slid over the chest region where my heart pounded for him. His forehead slowly lowered till it was pressed against mine as he closed his eyes. “I can hear it.” He murmured. “Your soul. It’s calling out to me. Here-” he took my own hand and placed it on his racing heart, “-listen.” I heard beautiful music tinkling in the back of my mind. It sounded familiar, and made me feel warm and complete. I gasped at the feeling.

Lyra reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she touched their chest. Beneath the flame’s shimmer, she felt something solid — a steady heartbeat echoing her own. > “You have a heart,” she whispered. > “You gave me one,” they replied. > “I didn’t mean to.” > “Neither did the universe, and yet here we are.” Their laughter was gentle this time, and before she could speak again, their hand brushed her face — warm, steady, alive. The contact sent ripples through her entire being. Her light brightened; their flame deepened.

❤ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤Untouchable Song by Taylor Swift ❤ ❤Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you I'm caught up in you Untouchable Burning brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on