Novel & Cerita Voice Of Heart Book

She knows every single one of my secrets and she still chose to kiss me! [She likes me! She really, truly likes me! Ahhhhhhhhh! Screw it! Who cares about a persona? Is a persona edible?! No! My future wife is the only thing that matters!!!] Held tightly in Silas' crushing embrace, I could barely catch my breath. But amidst the chaos, I could 'hear' the beautiful madness of a heart completely surrendered to me. As for whether he actually heard my verbal answer through his own mental screaming? I have no idea.

Had been preparing us for it. The voice spoke only four words. Four words that seemed to resonate through the entire city. Through every lantern. Through every story. Through every road. > The heart remembers you. Silence. Absolute silence. The city glowed. The staircase waited. The heartbeat echoed through the depths. And for the first time in centuries— the hidden heart of Lumora was ready to tell its story. ✨

I opened the water bottle, the small pop of the lid a deafening sound in the silence. He didn't answer. He just moved directly to the drawer, his movements purposeful and swift. My breath hitched in my throat. This was it. The moment of truth. My heart was pounding so heavily I was sure he could hear it. I tried to tap his arm, to distract him, to say something, anything, but as my fingers were about to touch his skin, he pulled out a book, a small, worn-out storybook with a blue cover that I have seen. The title, in gold letters, read "The Happily Ever After."

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

No matter what, always be there when she looks back. ... Page after page, he read each note out loud. When he reached the last one, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Yara, winning your heart was so hard. Good thing I never gave up." The way he looked at her—serious, certain—caught her off guard. He really had done all this for her. If she hadn't heard him say those words herself, she might've believed it. Might've thought the Mateo standing in front of her wasn't the same man who had spent years loving someone else behind her back.

Third Person's POV His chest hurt unlike anything he had ever felt before. It feels like someone was ripping his heart from his chest. It was hard to keep the tears from falling as he stared down at his sleeping mate. His heart stutters, and he draws a shaky breath in before setting the letter on the nightstand beside him. His lips tremble against his Beta's forehead, and tears fall. “I'm sorry!” He whispered a shaky breath against his skin before stepping onto the balcony and leaping over the edge, disappearing into the night.

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

I feel like I can hardly breathe, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. Finally, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. I practically bolt out, my sneakers tapping against the concrete, determined to put as much distance between him and me. I make my way towards my car—or at least, I try to, because I only make it a few steps before his voice stops me dead in my tracks. “Elysian.” His tone is firm, authoritative, and it sends a string of shivers down the base of my spine. I freeze, my back still turned to him.

The embarrassment was eating me up on the inside, and his words just made me realize that I have no right to play with his feelings, and he is right, I can’t be selfish forever. “No…” he reduced whatever space was there between us. “I want you to d… do it again but…” and he stole my heartbeat instantly. “The voice should come from here…” he placed his hand on my heart. “And not here…” directing other one to my brain. I froze on my place, no, I'm not supposed to listen to the voices of my heart, because if I do, I'm afraid I won’t be here anymore. “I know… it seems impossible; however, I was the king of my campus and girls died to sleep with me!” he turned everything into a smile and gently b