Voice Of Heart Book Novels & Stories

He then put up a Barrier of True Energy above his head to protect himself from the stones. Shortly after, he heard a wizened voice sighing outside. "The heart is born with all kinds of devils. When the heart dies, all kinds of devils perish too. Why bother clinging onto your obsession?" The moment the voice resounded, tranquility fell on the space and ended the quaking. The voice underground vanished along with it.

Amaia sincerely stated. "You asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Kei explained, while giving the book to Amaia. Amaia gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Girl, Amaia."

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

*Becareful of what you wished for* A voice wispered in my ear. "I will take the girl in white" He ordered, his deep huskily voice sending shivers down my spine, tears clouded my vision, the Beast want me! * * * T.b.c.

She nodded and smiled brightly. "And I can't believe you have finally grown into a woman and you will be doing what adults do." She said making me chuckle. "Mom, " I waved her off and blushed. "Don't make me cry." "If you let a tear slip from your eyes ehn, I will beat devil that wants to ruin your glamorous makeup out of you." She threatened and the door finally opened. The book of love by Peter Gabriel served the speakers with his alluring and intoxicating voice and with one heavy exhale, I walked in following the pace of my mother who led me towards the aisle.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

“I’d like to see you try.” He snarled. “Fine!” I hoisted my hands. “I’ll be there beside you in five minutes.” And then I continued to read. *** It’s three in the morning, yet my eyes didn’t even get tired reading her journal—Rowena’s book of confessions. Word by word and sentence by sentence, I devoured her confessions—Rowena being a Hearteater, her father being the fucking King of Hearteaters, her Hearteater baby and the fact the child’s father is a Hearteater’s mortal servant.

“Your life has already been planned for you and you are all alone.” ‘I’m here.’ A female voice rings through my head and pain shoots through my entire body. My body hurls itself at Devon, large claws appearing at the tips of my fingers, that plunge straight into his chest. As my hand comes out, fragments of his heart are attached to my claws. He croaks as he stares at me. The claws quickly disappear, leaving pieces of his heart sitting in my hand. ‘Push him.’ The voice mutters inside my head. ‘Push him over.’

I could see it was something big. -I said, "Open it without fear. It's something nice and I think you'll love it," my now boyfriend told me. I opened it very carefully, so as not to break the wrapping. They were books, you could see them clearly. When I took them out of the wrapping paper, I saw that they were law books. I wanted to be a lawyer and the most expensive books were right there in front of my eyes. Now that was the best gift in the world. I was going to read them from head to toe. With so much joy inside I ran to hug him.