Where The Heart Is Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Every threat, fear, emotional moment, had tears streaming down my cheeks as I twisted my hand within his chest. I ripped his heart out with one swift pull. Blood squirted from the open hole in his chest and his head fell slowly to the side. Abe’s eyes remained wide open. I threw his heart across the room, stumbling backwards and backing away from his mangled body.

I looked down but looked away immediately, swallowing the lumps in my throat, hard. My heart was beating so fast that if felt as if it was going to come out of my chest. I moved my leg to go for the next step, hut slip. My hands left the support on the window. Chapter twenty four

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

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.

When they reached the edge of the valley, the mist parted—and for a moment, the horizon shimmered blue and gold, pulsing like a heartbeat. > “It’s calling,” she whispered. > “Then let’s answer,” Adrian said. They started down the road. Behind them, in the chapel they’d left, a candle they hadn’t lit flickered suddenly alive. Its flame bent toward the window, as though watching them go. And faintly, just before the door swung shut, the world’s voice murmured— > Hurry. We’re remembering too fast. --- End of Chapter 13 – Echoes of the Heart Next: Arc II, Chapter 14 – “The Heartlands.”

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

I stopped in my tracks, and stared at the covered stage, hoping to see a person on it. The curtains still covered the entirety of the elevated platform, but I could hear silent footsteps behind it. Then, a gentle strum of an electric guitar echoed in the hall. “What…?” I quietly gasped. That was so clean! I could feel goosebumps from every part of my body, and I stood stone in my position, overwhelmed. A gentle chord after chord followed in pursuit, and as I listened closely, it felt like I could discern the emotions behind the played music. Grief, loneliness… anger.

But I was standing in it. And I wasn't moving back. End of Chapter Eleven.

They weren't gone; they were Home. The First Mother touched my cheek, her form turning into a swarm of silver fireflies that were absorbed by the Heart-Tree back on the mainland. "The 145th chapter is the end of the 'Old-Noise', Emma. Now, go live the silence." I fell to my knees on the shore, the silence of the Isles finally absolute. I didn't feel like a Queen. I didn't feel like a Conductor. I felt like a woman who had just finished a very long walk.