What The Hearts Wants Novels & Stories

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

, I said out loud, marvelling at how my voice was still low and not thundering down the walls right now. "Vampires never love but they want, don't they Jacob?", I persisted, facing him squarely in the eyes. Never one to backdown from a challenge, Jacob faced me head on, his head tilting a bit as he studied me. "Then what do we do with all the feelings that come with wanting?", I broke. My voice chipped at this point and the cool and heady front I was trying to pass up crumpled. "The heart race. The heart ache. The roaring in your blood at the sight of the person. The need to touch them and make them happy. The need to change them", I paused when I saw his eyes harden and I retraced, trying t

The fact that my heart still hasn't let go is neither here nor there. The heart will always want what it wants, but there's a flip side to that coin. The heart is deceitful above all else, and that bitch is the first to give out when shit hits the fan. She's like a mischievous little sister who starts shit with someone else, then run away or hides behind you when things get real. So, my heart can want whatever the hell she wants, but I'm not playing that game.

The idea that the wanting is mine and not Peculiar's, not some transplant glitch, but mine just sits in my stomach like something swallowed wrong. Because wanting is what got me hurt before. Wanting Ryan is what made me give away my first heart. I handed it over at twenty, literally let them cut it out of my chest, because I wanted him so badly I couldn't imagine my life without him in it and look where wanting got me.

Why does my heart is still beating for him? No girl will want a guy like him---a criminal. Any normal girl dreams for a perfect man, a Prince Charming-like man that will treat them good and the way they deserved to be treated. Does wanting a Hades instead of a Prince Charming makes me not normal? I see your monsters, I see your pain. Tell me your problems, I'll chase them away. I'll be your lighthouse. I'll make it okay. When I see your monsters I'll stand there so brave,

Rehab said to Delis. "No, no baby am so sorry but come on... we shouldn't spend all that we have" "Come on let's go with the one we have bought already," Delis said to Rehab with a calmed voice. "Delis I want this ring! I want the ring! it won't finish all your money" "Kindly get me the ring please" Rehab replied. "No... No... let's go we have bought enough" Delis replied to her. "Delis! this is what I want, I want this diamond ring more than any other thing"

“Where are you? Why aren’t you in the office yet?” “Why did you ignore my messages?” “I didn’t ignore them… I am just seeing them right now. Where are you?” “I can’t come to work.” “What do you mean you can’t come to work?” “I am glad I could hear your voice. I was worried sick about you.” he chuckled. “Maybe I should stop…” “Maybe you should stop what?” “What I am doing.” “What are you doing?” “I don’t even understand how my heart works anymore.” “What are you talking about?”

They began asking more questions. I replied, "Ashenford is a city everyone knows. But in today's world, we've lost something—love. What if we could create a platform for people to express their love for each other, as well as their pride for Ashenford or for the world? Imagine a broadcast where people can share their feelings, whether it’s telling their parents they love them, confessing to a partner, or just expressing gratitude for the city they call home. "This isn't just about changing the landscape. It's about bringing the people of Ashenford together and creating a more harmonious, beautiful future."

it wasn’t long before I joined in; a refreshing sound that came from a heart which felt as light as a feather. If there’s one thing I’d learnt tonight, it's that you can’t change how the heart really feels. I couldn’t do it with my dad, and I sure as hell would not be able to do it with my mum. And my dad might not say it, but I knew he felt the same about my mum. And maybe part of the reason why he didn't tell me the truth about her, was not only to protect me, but to protect her. He might have separated from her, but it was there in his eyes – how he really felt. I saw it that day at the house when mum came around; he still loved her. I guess it’s as they say, ‘the heart wants what it wan

She understood that now. Riley was never a prize to be won, she was her own woman. She knew what she wanted in life and went after it. That was why she never allowed herself to fall in love before. Until she stole the Koenigsegg. And went for a ride with a man that knew what he wanted. She finally allowed her heart to get swept away. She was no man's possession. But she was in possession of his heart, as he held hers. She smiled happily as she remembered their dance. Sometimes brutal, always exciting.