What The Hearts Wants Novels & Stories

“None of it ever made me feel the way you do.” That lands. I see it in his eyes. That small flicker of disbelief… of hope. And God, it makes my heart soar. “I don’t want perfect,” I continue. “I don’t want rich. I don’t want impressive.” My free hand moves up, resting gently against his chest, right over his heart. “I want this,” I whisper, my thumb brushing slightly like I’m memorizing the moment. His breath hitches under my palm. “I want the guy who gets jealous and tries to hide it.” A small smile tugs at my lips, brighter now. “The guy who pushes me away because he’s scared of losing me.”

Though, they are known and legal, the leaders of the said organization remained unknown. It's one of the rules. “A love potion.” Maman said to her that she thought she just misheard her. Waverly was expecting for some gun power, advanced medicines, exotic drugs, or tech power after hearing the word, “deadly chemical.” But she was wrong, the request is almost impossible. There's no such thing as a love potion. She cleared her throat. “A love potion, Maman? Did I hear you right?”

“I totally disagree with you. If I fall hopelessly in love with him, if… I get to experience all those things you’re referring to, and something happens to break us apart, It will hurt a thousand times worse than if I never experienced any of it, because then I will be haunted by the memories we created and the emotions I can never relive again with him and that will suck the most. I’d rather skip all that drama and heartache altogether. I’ve had enough of that to last me forever I don’t want to feel anything like it again” She tilted her head at me and said softly “Both of us make a good point, however I believe the heart wants what the heart wants. You can keep denying it and fighting it,

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

he continued. For a little moment, I was unable to respond. I was drawn in by his appearance, which was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a chiselled face if only I could see his eyes. He was the epitome of a girl's fantasy saviour. It was scorching! He was hot in the sense that he could make women's hearts race. Any hot-blooded girl, or even some males, would feel compelled to pin him to the wall, pull his shirt off, and...

Except that one Alpha who she wants so much for months now but the Alpha never even batted his eyes at her. For Irish, this kind of turned into a fucking challenge and, ladies and gentleman, she loves challenges. Everyone wants her, and she wants this fucking alpha who is rude as fuck to her. But she has not known The “heart of everyone” Irish for no reason. She gets what she wants, and she will get what she wants.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

"But I'm your legal wife. When will I finally be able to stand by your side in public?" Matthew's voice turned stern. "Stop it. We agreed to keep our marriage hidden. Don't cross the line." He paused for a moment, his tone softened. "That gem I just bought is for you. Consider it a peace offering." "I want a wedding too! One even bigger than Danielle's!" Meghan's remaining words were drowned out by the sound of wet kisses. Danielle's stomach lurched. She stumbled out of the auction house and pressed herself against a wall, retching violently.

“None of it ever made me feel the way you do.” That lands. I see it in his eyes. That small flicker of disbelief… of hope. And God, it makes my heart soar. “I don’t want perfect,” I continue. “I don’t want rich. I don’t want impressive.” My free hand moves up, resting gently against his chest, right over his heart. “I want this,” I whisper, my thumb brushing slightly like I’m memorizing the moment. His breath hitches under my palm. “I want the guy who gets jealous and tries to hide it.” A small smile tugs at my lips, brighter now. “The guy who pushes me away because he’s scared of losing me.”

“What does it want, Marco?” Marco’s hands shook as he clawed at the ash, pulling out a shard of the laptop’s motherboard, its circuits glowing faintly gold. “It wants a home. A heart to beat in. It tried Elena. Then me. Now…” His voice cracked. “It’s looking at all of us.”