Where Your Heart Belongs Novels & Stories

He had just given all his fire and tenderness to one person, and one person only. The broken thread dug into my palm. Suddenly, my wolf spirit let out a mournful whimper. It was slamming against my ribcage, sending waves of pain that threatened to shatter my sanity. I clutched my chest, gasping for air. Looking at the broken, scattered moonsilk on the floor, I finally understood. I finally understood what I had been so afraid of. I was terrified.

"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.

I say softly “The big slow heartbeat under everything,” he says, his eyes still fixed on the mountain. “It’s beating… but it’s lonely. It misses us.” A shiver moves through my body, though the air stays still. Him too, it touches - same feeling, just deeper than sight. Not imagined, more like knowing without words. Kieran approaches. “The path to the Heart is not for the faint of foot. It is a full day’s climb to the sacred cleft.”

I nestled back against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, grounding myself in its rhythm. Whatever chaos waited outside— This was where I belonged.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

Heavy. He moves closer, and my heart stutters in my chest. “I’m not going to stop you,” he says finally, his voice low, quiet. “If you want to explore whatever it is with him. But I need you to know something.” I look up at him, breath stuck somewhere in my throat. “Your heart...” he reaches out, resting his hand against my chest, just over where it beats, “...and your body... they belong to me.” My lips part, but the only sound that escapes is a small, stunned breath.

Kimberly looked toward the Heart, which pulsed once more—slow, uncertain, alive. “I don’t know,” she said. “But the balance has changed. And this time, I’m not sure which side of it I belong to.”

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

I heard a male voice say " why do I feel I've heard that voice somewhere? " "And I promise you my dear, you'll get it, you just have to go according to the plan, after I get married to him I'll make him transfer all the money we want and we'll leave here immediately, now all you have to do is try come up with a new business deal or something, ok?" Melissa said

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜