Where's My Heart Novels & Stories

she picked up her phone and called his line and she didn't even realize that she let out a sigh of relief when he picked up the call " Where on earth are you ?!" " I'm on the beach , why ?" " You're asking why?! , I've been searching for you , Do you know how scared I was , I just woke up and you weren't there anymore . I went inside after a shower in just my bathrobe , do you even know how cold it is outside ?" " I'm sorry , I didn't think you'd wake up this early , I was arranging something here but since you're up why don't you get dressed and com down to the beach with me "

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​

‘’My… heart’’ Alpha Mirrod traced his hand to his chest trying to feel the little thumping sound which was beating slowly, gradually picking its pace… ’’My heart’’ he whispers yet again, but this time Chase and Enzo had heard him.

Dear Lord, help my poor heart. “What?” I asked. My heart thumping so loud that I’m wishing he wouldn’t hear it. He chuckled and my heart kept skipping a beat. Damn, how is my heart able to do that? How is it able to give me multiple skipped beats? Isn’t that a disease already? “Stop looking at other girls ogling at me.” His voice was so husky. I could just shut my eyes. My insides are about to explode with his words. Damn! “I’m not.” I tried to deny even though I know it’s of no use.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?" I sang my favourite Miley Cyrus song with my earphones. Iam Emily Collins. All these years, I lived in Paris even though it's not my native place. Now Iam back to where I belong. Iam in Florida. My dad still works in a software company in Paris. I really miss the times I spent with him. Now, it's only me and my mom. I don't really have many friends in my life. What's the use in h

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

Henry pinned Bianca to the wall, almost pulling her into a hug, he placed both arms on the wall making Bianca stay in the center of both arms. "Uhm?" Bianca's heart beeps, she was so close to her dream man, she subconsciously places her arms on his shoulders, craving for their eyes to meet whereas Henry was peeking at the man in black. There was only a centimeter drawing a boundary between them. Bianca's heart continued chasing his heart as she could feel his breath so close to her. "Shush!" Henry whispers. "I'm so close to his heart,” Bianca said softly without vibrations in her voice.

So after thinking about all that I felt like going to that room to finish what I had given myself permission to start. I tried to get out of bed, I had a lot of pain on the right side of my body. With my left hand I held that part of my body that hurt. I finally managed to get up. I walked slowly towards the door of the room. I was too disoriented, I did not understand where I was. After completely leaving my room and closing the door behind me, I kept walking until I found the first door. With sweaty hands I grabbed the lock, it slipped, I wiped my hand on the kind of robe I was wearing. I grabbed the lock again and turned it, very nervous. When I opened the door I found a man in his eighti

I look up at him and he's smiling down at me. "Its all in here," he taps my head with his finger, "and in here–" he about to point to my heart but he pauses mid way. I look down see that his finger is pointing to my right breast and he has this confused look on his face like he doesn't know where to point. I chuckle and take hold of his finger placing it above my right cleavage, "–here." Technically that's not where my heart is but— whatever. He retreats his finger like its burning, then shakes his head like a wet dog would. "Yea, your head and your heart. You do it Noel say it.