Novel & Cerita Where My Heart Was Hidden

I defended. “Suitor? Fine, sing for your suitor!” Gio’s face is lively. I know he’s teasing me in his mind. Now Playing: Hidden Truth by Kristine Caye Indino This feeling started years ago Until now, my heart beats for you Time passes and it’s still you This is the hidden truth I’ve been enduring While singing, I am staring at Gio’s eyes. I am avoiding to blink. I want to stare at his beautiful brown eyes. I fall in love with you

A bolt of lightning split the sky, a flash of white like a monstrous beast baring its jaws, hungry for its next meal. "We just have to wait for the ceremony to wrap up. Everything else is none of our business." Titan Ape tossed aside the grape stem and hopped over to me. "Those are your people out there." "Just fools," I said. I was not heartless. After Yasmin poisoned me in my previous life, my spirit lingered. When my death was announced, the people called me a sinner, as if my untimely death was proof of my supposed wickedness. Despite all the good I did, once I was gone, they forgot. They labeled me a sinner, and that was that.

Stone grinding against stone, revealing darkness beyond. A hidden passage. My heart pounded as I stared at the opening, curiosity warring with common sense. What was hiding behind a secret wall?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Mom said yellow was the color of new beginnings.” I look at the fabric, then at her. “New beginnings,” I repeat quietly. Maybe that’s all I can hope for now. That night, I went to my grandfather’s old office, the one I used to hide in when I didn’t want to face Quinn. The room is empty now, most of his things moved to the archive room, but his desk is still there. I pulled out the journal I found last week the one he kept from the day he started the company with Clara and William.

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

Finn nodded slowly, though the movement cost him strength he had no right to spend after everything the altar had taken. “He does not know whether he is baby, shadow, name, or heartbeat,” Finn said, and his voice shook under borrowed knowledge. “He is hiding inside someone who forgot how to wake.” The hidden girl covered her mouth. Liora’s silver web flared once, then pulled toward the far side of the nursery where the oldest cradles hung in layered darkness. Above us, Ashina screamed through the cracked blood stone, and the sound made the hidden heartbeat flutter somewhere among the sleeping children.

Her whole world was built on forgetting the terrible past, and she was carrying its memory in her hands. She hid the box under her bed in her dwelling. It sat there like a dark secret, and she could feel its presence even when she wasn't in the room. It hummed with a very quiet, almost silent energy. It was the opposite of the Heartwood’s hum. The Heartwood’s hum was warm and alive. This hum was cold and electronic.

“Let me see it.” No ticking. No wires. Just a plain box sealed with tape. Alex opened it carefully on the counter while Alicia pulled Aiden closer instinctively. Inside was a single photo album. Nothing else. Alicia frowned slightly and lifted it out. Old leather cover. No title. She opened the first page slowly. And froze. Photos. Hundreds of them. Not Harbor. Not politicians. Her. Alex. Aiden. The first picture showed newborn Aiden asleep on Alex’s chest years ago in that tiny apartment Alicia had hidden in after running away.

We were trying to be careful as much as possible but suddenly a sound of manly footsteps getting louder which confirmed it’s direction. Someone was coming our way which means a person was treading back here. We abruptly ran to hide and it caused separation in both of us. We got apart from each other. She lurked in another room and I luckily hid in our very spot. I'm already a heart patient since I was 6. My condition was not cooperating with me anymore, it was warning of a collapse. My legs were trembling and my hands were totally numb. I wasn’t hoping for anything else than death.