You Me And Our Heartstrings Novels & Stories

He sighed, "Fine. Let me carry you." He already carried me before I could protest. He always does that even though I'm already heavy with pregnancy. He's the perfect husband, we might have our differences but what brings us together is love. He's the only man that could ever pull my heartstrings. I thought I had lost hope but fate brought him back to me, where he rightfully belongs. I hope I don't have to lose anyone I love tragically again. I also hope everyone finds the love they deserve. THE END

Some mommas and daddies Are loving in a straight line Take forever to heart And take a long sweet ride But some mommas and daddies Let their heartstrings tear and tangle And some of us get stuck In a love triangle (ooh) Both Marian and Justin looked the other way as they both swallowed constantly. Marian found Justin so adorable with that fabulous smile she hadn't ever encountered before. She didn't know why her heart fluttered as she felt that Justin was also breathing the same air and he was beside her. Justin felt the same way too as he glanced over the ceilings and carefully looked at Marian. Marian wiped the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as they heard a rustle of footsteps over

This city's gonna break my heart She's always gonna break your heart Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh She got a hold of me She got me wrapped 'round her finger She got a hold on me She got me wrapped 'round her finger This city's gonna break my heart (oh, yeah) This city's gonna love me then leave me alone (it's gonna love me then leave me alone) This city's got me chasing stars (oh) It's been a couple of months since I felt like I'm home Am I getting closer to knowing where I belong? This city's gonna break my heart (hey, yeah) She's always gonna break your heart

the fool speaks up, but I don't pay him much attention. It's not only because I don't want to, but also because of the tugging feeling in my heart. It's hard to describe, but it's as if there's a string tied to my heart, and someone's holding onto it, using it to get closer. After a few more thugs like that, my heart starts hammering against my chest, and I finally understand what's happening.

My vocal cords pained a little and I coughed to clear my throat. She hugged me. I could smell the aroma of her deodorant. I couldn't register for a minute and whispered in my ear, "Me too, old man." I was satisfied with her affirmation but I wasn't old. Roaming my hands on her bare back, I teased her, "I am not old. Try me." I could hear her heartbeat when I touched her. I could feel her breath as her body touched mine. I felt as if she is the elixir of my life and without her, my world is nothing. She broke away the hug but remained in my arms.

ALICE Different colors of strings came out from the red book, swirling, tangling, forming a loop around me. As if it wants to tie me around its knotted threads. “What is this?” Black white and red burst out like fireworks. I’ve never seen strings this much without people. Thrice when I was in crowds, I saw many. But most are black. None are white. Some have red. In their pinky, in their hearts. Black strings ruled over hearts. Humans are full of hatred. They can lie straight in their faces, in their smiles, but they can never lie through the string.

The bond hummed between us, a sweet, resonant chord that filled the entire room, vibrating through every cell of my being. “I love you,” I whispered into the quiet darkness, the confession pure and unburdened, directed to all of them, to each of them. “All of you. Every part that hurt me, every part that healed me. Every part that is broken, and every part that is whole. I love you.” Three heartbeats answered, loud and clear, resonating through me, within me. Three bonds thrummed with vibrant life, cementing our connection, intertwining our souls in a tapestry that felt ancient and utterly new all at once.

“You know I’ll take my heart clean apart If it helps yours beat. It’s okay if you can’t find the words Let me take your coat And this weight off of your shoulders. Like a force to be reckoned with, A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you with every single thing I have Like a tidal wave, we’ll make a mess Calm waters, if that serves you best I will you without any strings attached.” I cup her cheek as rub my thumb on her skin gently, “It’s okay if you can’t catch your breath. You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.”

"Sure, but only if you tell me what exactly we're celebrating." With a glass of champagne in hand, Yvonne leaned over and eyed Isabel's suspiciously bashful expression with a teasing grin. Isabel turned and threw her arms around Yvonne. Resting her head against Yvonne's shoulder, she said with a sigh, "This whole ordeal just reminded me that giving your heart to someone only works if they're the right person. With Mr. Ex? No matter how many chances you give him, it just circles back to the same pain."

screamed Hilary. “It’s not my fault I have a bad heart, Hilary, and I'm so sorry for ruining your holiday. I didn’t mean to do so.” “Of course, you can’t help being sick. You're a defective product. Your biological mother must have taken one look at your face and seen how much trouble you would bring!” sneered Hilary. Amber sobbed quietly, each statement from Hilary cut her deeply and she could no longer bear it. She grabbed what was left of the groceries and fled into the night as Hilary’s loud cackles follow her. She pauses for breath and inhales sharply as she realizes she was in unfamiliar territory. Looking around in fear, she tries to make sense of where she was. All she saw was unfami