What The Heart Wants Book Novels & Stories

he murmured, not standing from the bed but not looking away either, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t stop pretending that this is nothing.” She did not look away. She did not move nor breathe. And in that moment—a burning, fragile moment—their desire stood naked between them, undeniable and dangerously close to breaking. Not touching. But wanting. God, wanting. And wanting, she realized, was far more powerful than she had ever expected.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 was 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

I asked, now standing in front of my door as it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop following me. “Yes. Your heart.” My heart flipped. “What?” “I want your heart.” This time around, I scoffed out loud with a frown on my face. “You want the heart of a Silver or what? Do you want me to rephrase it for you? You want me dead or what?” “Far from that.” He replied, his tone lower than normal but I couldn’t hear him. “So why do you want my heart if it isn’t because you want to kill me?” “I wouldn’t kill your dear.” He tittered. “And I’m not talking about wanting your heart in a bad way. I want your heart in a good way.”

This is really stressing me out, and I couldn't wait for it all to be over. The eldest among the elders took the books from me. Others gathered around him as they began glancing through the book. They checked from one book, and then they crossed check from the two other books to see if it would correspond. If I were to be a regular human, my heart would be beating terribly by this time. But fortunately my heart wouldn't move an inch crom it's position or make a single noise. The only person that could ever shake my heart would remain Sally, except Sally, no other person, nor any situation would be capable of making my heart beat, or skip.

—In the event that this is an expectation, I trust that you will return your dreams and let us know that we will not all end up becoming guinea pigs of these issues, I order, truly concerned for the prosperity of all of us. "Why is your heart beating so fast?" — Greece out of nowhere asks. “My heart is beating at a normal rate,” I tell her, somewhat confused. "Not you, her," he explains, moving toward Justo with a scowl and narrowed eyes. It's not until that second that I understand that my better half has the book open to one of the pages towards the end. —Look at this.— Look at the very grateful—Justo asks us, sounding somewhat praised and stunned, offering us the book.

This is the order of my books HEARTS SERIES #1 His Winter Heart (Snow and Eion’s Story) #2 Changing the Billionaire’s Heart (Sereia and Phoenix’s Story) #3 Billionaire’s Heartless Love (Ellaina and Ajax Story) #4 Triplet Billionaire's Heart (Saphira and Theon) I also have fantasy, werewolf and mafia story you can find on my f******k page Author marshmalllowssprikle faith. follow me there if you want to get updated with the latest stories! Till next story! -Faith <3

What I did. I pushed Maximus, even when he told me to slow down. He tried to protect me. And I didn’t listen. I wanted the romantic fantasy. The happily-ever-after, the kind of love that sets the world on fire like in the books I write. Like in the books I believe in. I thought… if I just gave him a push, he’d finally stop holding back. Instead, I broke us. I hear soft voices by the doorway. My mom and Zia Mia. Whispering about something.

"Love isn't a straight line, Elizabeth. It's not a decision you make once and then you're done. It's a choice you make every morning, every moment, every time they leave the room and you have to decide whether to be there when they return." Lena made a sound, something between agreement and impatience. "The heart wants what it wants," she said, shrugging her shoulders in that gesture that meant she was stating the obvious, the irrefutable, the thing that didn't need explanation. "You can analyze it to death. You can list the reasons it's smart to walk away, the ways she failed you, the risks of trying again. But at the end of the day…" She tapped her chest, over her own heart. "This knows wh

I sifted through the titles, my heartbeat quickening with each moment. Something caught my eye: Forbidden Desires. I lifted it carefully, letting the title wash over me. This one seemed to pulse with danger and thrilling risks I wasn't sure I was ready to face. The cover—bold reds and shadowy silhouettes—swirled with temptation. My thoughts darted back to Aaron, to the moments we shared during that intense training session. He was engaged, but somehow our chemistry had sparked a fire that left me teetering on the edge of reason.

I thought what we had was true love built through hardship. When she returned home to build her company, I followed, willingly standing behind her. To keep her from feeling pressured, I never mentioned my background. I rarely even called my parents. She once held me and said, "Will, once my company goes public, I'll give you the grandest wedding in the world. I'll make you the happiest man alive." The promise still echoed in my ears. But now, she was personally dragging me into hell. On shore, Francis took out his phone and filmed me relentlessly. "Everyone, look! A drowning rat! This angle makes him look so ugly! Yvonne, look at William's face! This is hilarious!"