Where The Heart Is Novels & Stories

For a long time, I didn't move. Then I heard it again—A heartbeat. Not from the room, not from the corridor. Somewhere far away. Slow, heavy and waiting.

"We're leaving." Damian tilted his head, smiling. "I won't stop you. The game's not over, Alina. Just your turn." As they backed away, Alina clutched the box to her chest. No more illusions. Just truth-and the wreckage it would leave behind. --- Somewhere beneath London - Location Unknown Damian stood before a circular table deep underground, lit only by the soft pulse of red LED light from embedded sensors. Around him, servers hummed like a distant growl.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

I ended up sitting on the floor. From my seated position, I actually had a clearer view of the heart. Despite feeling uneasy, I forced myself to look at it. Upon closer examination, I noticed that this bright red heart was pulsating vigorously, with a rhythm similar to a normal human heart. But that wasn't all. If I looked closely, I could even make out a white shape within the heart. This white shape was circular, resembling a large and round pearl.

And at that exact moment something strange happened. The rhythm skipped slightly. Just once. Adrian felt it immediately. He narrowed his eyes. Then the heartbeat returned back to normal. Steady…perfect Adrian slowly placed his hand over his chest. A weird thought crossed his mind. Somewhere out there was a living life connected to this heart. And for some reason he felt that he was connected to that life. Anna waited at the examination room for the doctor. She placed her hand on her chest. The weird sound had not returned again.

, is his wolf in danger? “Aiden!!,are you hurt!!?!.” I asked him. “Not with you in my arms!.” He replied. He began to cough out blood, he held his chest with a smile on his face, he planted a kiss on my forehead like it was goodbye. I pushed the duvet off my duvet and rushed to his side, I yanked the duvet off of him and pulled him down from the bed that was when I saw the huge whole in his chest, I may not be a very good biology student but I knew that was where the heart was located in the body!!.

Mira closed her eyes and let him hold her, her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. She didn't say the words. But she felt them—burning in her chest, pressing against her ribs, demanding to be set free. I love you too. God help me, I love you too.

Why do I even care for this girl? Everytime she is near to me, my heart beats quite out of its pace. She is no one to my heart. Wait! Did I just say heart? Does that thing even exist in the world? I mean the heart which refers to feeling that love emotions. Cause the heart I know is only capable of one thing, ’involuntarily pumping the blood.’ Others than that is just something people make up for their own content and enjoyment. There is no meaning to heart, love and feel.

Sophie flopped onto the living room sofa, holding a tub of ice cream and a spoon in her hands. She reached for the remote control on the coffee table and used it to turn on the large LED TV in the cozy room, randomly flipping through the channels. She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart."

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.