Voice Of Heart Book Novels & Stories

Hope’s hand went to her chest. Thump. Again. She looked at the others. “Do you hear that?” Adrian shook his head. “Hear what?” “The heartbeat.” Everyone looked at one another. Seraphina slowly approached. “I hear it.” Hope looked at her. “What is it?” Seraphina’s expression became serious. “The Heart of Creation.” Hope swallowed. “It sounds like a human heart.” “That is because it is.” Hope stared at the chamber. “You said it was alive.” “It is.”

Yet, this woman I could call my mother praised them like a ruby. I watched as the servants moved nervously around the woman while she cherished us and sang for us a gentle lullaby; this made me remember how my sister Dina told me about my first appearance in her life. I appeared followed by a gentle song. An old woman entered holding the book I used to read right before I slept. Anyway, it was so weird being conscious in a dream. The elderly opened the book and went to the last pages, pulling a tarot deck. I should definitely check that when I would wake up. She told my mother to choose some cards and started reading for her life first, her success, her future, her happiness… The woman’s exp

Shouting because of the physical pain I'm feeling on my foot that I didn't feel before. I heard him say I love you to me until everything went to black.

heart It was curious, it was itching to know more It sensed danger, it sensed he was ife power, he sensed my doom, but still it wanted to know He came into my life and read me like a book, he made me his prey

It had Panni’s face, but its eyes were empty, flickering white voids. "Target: The Heart," the construct whispered in Panni's own voice. It lunged at Jinyan. (Watch out for the next chapter)

What if the information we needed simply wasn't there? I reached out and touched the cover. Instantly, golden light burst from the pages. Micha and I both froze. Then—something that had never happened before happened. The book spoke. Its voice was ancient, layered, and echoing like someone whispering from a distant chamber. "Dearest reader, this book chose not to open earlier because the time was not right. Do not be shocked—I can speak. I am called the Living Book for a reason." Micha and I exchanged stunned looks but nodded quickly.

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

“Just speak from your heart, Adrian. That’s what you’ve always done best.” Closing my eyes, I thought of all we had been through, the sleepless nights, the fears, the victories, the quiet moments of joy. When I opened them again, the words flowed effortlessly onto the page. For my family, Noah, Emilia, and Luca. You are my reason, my anchor, and my greatest joy. This book is a piece of my heart, and it belongs to you. When I finished, I read it aloud, my voice thick with emotion. Noah’s eyes shone with tears as he hugged me tightly.

“Fair enough. But if this goes south, we teleport out. No unnecessary heroics.” Damon nodded, but his face was grim. As we stepped closer to the glass case, my stomach twisted. There it was—the black, beating heart, still alive. “Oh, so you’re back,” a voice echoed in my head, venomous and sharp. I froze, my eyes darting to Damon. “You heard that?” I asked. He gave me a grim nod, his eyes locked on the pulsing heart. “And you brought Alpha Kayden with you this time,” the voice taunted. It was coming from the heart itself, its malicious energy radiating in waves.

My voice is low and cold. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform