World Of Hearts Novels & Stories

Fane suddenly remembered what Elder Maurice had said to him back then. He had said that the Whirling World might not have any beasts, but that did not mean that the place was safe. In this world, the most terrifying thing was the human heart. The Whirling World truly revealed how despicable the human heart could be. It was actually quite a joke. Even though without any beasts around, more warriors actually ended up dying.

His heart, a flourishing garden, intricately woven with threads of dreams turned into reality, pulsated with an unparalleled intensity. In this magical moment, his heart orchestrated a symphony, ringing bells that echoed the harmonious melody of their connection. The beats of his heart danced between the gentle notes of a slow ballad and the rapid tempo of an enraptured sonnet. His cheeks mirrored the hues of a twilight sky, blushing with the warmth of love, and his countenance radiated a glow reminiscent of a fully bloomed rose.

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

There’s such a sad love Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel Open and closed within your eyes I’ll place the sky Within your eyes There’s such a fooled heart Beatin’ so fast In search of new dreams A love that will last Within your heart I’ll place the moon Within your heart As the pain sweeps through Makes no sense for you Every thrill is gone Wasn’t too much fun at all But I’ll be there for you When the world falls down Falling Falling down Falling in love I’ll paint you mornings of gold

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

"Since when did you ask for help from a murderer?" "Look Rick,believe me,I'm not Ariana. I'm not from this world" "You from Mars?",I asked getting fed up of her stupidity. "No,it's a parallel world Rick,Zino city and Zino village. At first it was confusing, but now I know,I'm very sure of that.In my world you're my boyfriend, you have tattoos on your left arm and a scar under it but here it's totally different". I couldn't understand what she was rambling about.

“We’ve come to worship the Worldheart,” she says, bowing to the fortress. “To feed it… *properly*.” The static recoils. These aren’t survivors. They’re zealots. The Hunter materializes, roots bristling. ***You serve the Seed.*** “We serve its *potential*,” the woman purrs. “Unlike you, who cling to its leash.” Her followers unveil their offering: a pulsing, fleshy orb—a stolen god’s heart. “A gift. To help it… *bloom*.”

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!