Where The Heart Is Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, not for my taste.” “Then, who is the perfect one in your heart, Jo?” “She doesn’t have a heart, man.” Nick laughed as he decided to loosen the tense atmosphere a bit. He had already learned about the duo's capabilities a few hours ago, so it was safer to interrupt their fight. “The perfect guy who defines love as only the brain's biochemical processes speaks of the heart.” She was still looking him in the eye and continuing with a poker face. “Are you talking about that muscular organ located between the lungs in the middle of the chest?”

But I was already running from the car and through the entrance of the building towards the reception desk. "My son is here….where…where is he?" without of breath I managed to ask. "I am sorry mam but we need a little bit more information." The older nurse said. "Noel Bowden…a 5-year-old…jet black hair, blue eyes……can you tell me where he is?" grabbing on the desk for my dear life I asked the nurse. “He is on intensive care up on the third floor, the nurse there can give you more details.” “Thank you.”

"You are and always will be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, I love you." ( the image of a golden pink heart) After reading it my hands started shaking and I dropped the card on the floor my heart started beating fast and I took in my hands my Florentine heart charm, which was the gift from that person I loved so much. "It can't be, this is not happening I am hallucinating, I am dreaming is this possible," I said out loud. When I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again in my life. "Hello, beautiful you missed me"...

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

I know it sounds crazy, yet my heart - which has started racing in my chest - tells me that. I do not know the name of this feeling that has begun to overwhelm me. Still, I certainly see the way I am feeling it, like a sweet warmth spreading throughout my body, and I think that the greatest concentration of heat is in my stomach, where I feel millions of butterflies are flying inside it. For the first time in my life, I have a sense like this, and it is a beautiful feeling. Now I have one more reason to go to the castle.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

He rolled out of its way, Arya jumped on its back. It bucked around the room wildly, trying to throw her off. The deafening screech spewed out of its mouth. She dug in deeper with her claws. Her teeth tore into the leather in a frenzy, focusing her attack in that soft area behind the flaps. A slow red pulse emitted from just beneath a flap. ‘At the center of most creatures lies the heart.’ His mother’s words carried through the fog of war. He lunged at the heart. Tearing with his teeth, clawing with his razor-sharp nails. He ripped through the hard leather and tore its heart out with his teeth.

she said nervously. "Show me" I grumbled. "But you can't...." she started sadly. "I can feel, tracing the accidents suggests me what they appear like" I explained. I waited till her little hand grabbed mine, she delivered it over shakily to her chest. I ought to experience her heart fee go loopy as I began feeling a bit below her collar bone. Her respiratory got here out in pants as I traced quite a few small traces with my thumb. "What are these from?" I quizzed.

“Where is he?” Betty's heart began to beat faster as she stepped out into the hallway. She looked around, but there was no sight of him. She remembered the events of last night and the morning, he was absent the whole time, never for once had he been off her side, he was always by her side at every time so why now, she wondered. Betty's eyes scanned the hallway, but he was not there. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered where he had gone. Had something happened to him? Was he okay?

“Not a contract, not an obligation... just… you. Always you.” The intensity of their embrace was punctuated by whispered promises, soft gasps, and shared confessions of desire and love. In the chaos of Helena’s schemes, the outside world faded into insignificance. There was only this, the heat, the closeness, the shared heartbeat of two people refusing to be torn apart.