Where Hearts Lie Novels & Stories

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest. Ash forced himself into a sitting position, clutching the floor to stay upright. His movements were sluggish, but his eyes—those swirling silver-white eyes—held a clarity sharp enough to cut. “Tyla,” he rasped. “Listen carefully.” Arthur stepped forward instantly, tension rattling through him. “She’s not choosing anything until we know what the hell this ‘heart’ does.” Ash didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on me. “The heart is the anchor.”

Rey asked while crossing his arms. “I'll call it, Flames of Heart.” Excitement filled her heart when she picked up her phone to call Butter. “Hey, Butter!” Waverly beamed. A smile is stretched on her face. Butter chuckled. “You already finish with the potion?” Waverly nodded her head as if Butter is in front of her. “Yep! Can we meet? You agreed on being my tester.” she said in a singing voice. “I know, but—” Butter sighed, “I'm sorry, A. I'm out of the country, I'm in Spain now.”

Every word which you utter 7 years ago While looking in my eyes, on which I believed more than my life was only a lie a pure lie You Are a LIAR shiv You are a Liar. But why My Heart is refusing to believe in all these things which are happening around me. I want to hate you. But My Heart isn't ready to listen to me. It only wants to love you. Why my Heart is yelling only one thing that you are innocent & perfect. My Heart always reminds me that there is something which I don't know I am just fed up with this fight which is happening between my heart & mind. She said to herself. She doesn't know that in which direction

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

No wind, no birdsong, no heartbeat beneath the soil. When she reached the edge of the main road, she felt it clearly. The Flow was gone. --- The City of Still Hearts The sign at the city gates read: Haven. But there was no haven here. The buildings were perfect, clean, orderly. Children played without smiles. Couples walked hand in hand but never touched eyes. Everything functioned.Nothing lived. Liora entered the central square, expecting at least one soul to look at her. None did. She spoke softly,

“Will you tell me what happened now?” “Hun?!” Avery looked up in shock. She feigned a smile, lying, “I slipped on the floor and hit my head on the bed,” Layla fixed her eyes on Avery, and noticing the look, Avery knew Layla didn’t believe her. “Believe me, Layla, that’s what happened. I am not lying.” “Did I accuse you of lying?” Layla said calmly. She took Avery’s hand and caged it warmly in her hand. “Talk to me, Avery. Tell me the truth.”

"It's a compliment, Élianor, it's a compliment, I'm not telling you this to please you, I'm not telling you this so you'll thank me, I'm telling you this because it's the truth, because I think it, because I see it, because I feel it, since I met you, since I loved you, since you left, since I searched, since I found, since I wait, since I hope, since I believe, since I love, you have a heart, Élianor, you have a heart, you have always had a heart, even when you pretended not to have one, even when you hid behind your mask of ice, even when you fled, even when you were afraid, even when you doubted, even when you hid, even when you forgot yourself, even when you forgot everything that matter

I was holding my stomach when I felt a slight pain. I was holding my stomach when I felt a sharp pain. "Oh my gosh! Who's that girl?!" Lexy exclaimed, her surprise evident. My heart raced as I saw a woman approaching Brandon. She placed her hand on his shoulder, standing uncomfortably close to him. My pulse quickened as I watched Brandon seemingly entranced, allowing her to touch his chest. My body started to shake, and tears began to fall, especially when the woman leaned in closer to him. My eyes widened, and I instinctively turned away.