Young Hearts Release Date Novels & Stories

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

“We built something.” He smiled softly. “There she is.” “What?” “Us.” Heat climbed her neck. She hated when he got sweet before sunrise. Part Two- By eight o'clock, the lot was full. Pickups lined the road shoulder. Minivans jammed the overflow field next door. Teenagers in sunglasses pretended not to be excited. Retirees arrived in folding chairs as if attending a parade route. The band tested the microphones badly. Children sprinted in packs. Someone released more balloons. Rae considered faking illness. Sheriff Boone arrived carrying ceremonial scissors nearly the size of a hedge trimmer.

] [He's just such a tiny thing… But holding him in my arms, I thought for a split second I should do everything for him and Sue. [But that was the moment the doctor told me about his congenital heart defect.] [30th September. I'm marrying for Nathan's sake, but I'm not marrying Sue.] [But I'm going to be a good husband to Sue and a good father to Nathan.] The pen was pushed so hard on the paper for that last line that it almost tore through it. I couldn't help smiling wryly.

Pstar7: “I saw what you did there. Let’s just stick with Pstar for now. So, let’s drop the honorifics, I’m pretty sure we’re the same age.” OMG! We’re the same age? Then we can definitely be soulmates. I took a deep breath and sat up. Me: “Really, I’m a senior.” Pstar7: “Me too. I hope I can get through senior year without losing my mind.” Losing his mind? Was something wrong with him? Me: “What’s wrong, Pstar?” Pstar7: “Nothing to worry about, Jenna. It’s just school stuffs and all.”

Four Years Ago Noah's POV: Hearing the bell going off, I stood up from my chair as my back made a cracking sound. I did not even realize for how long I was sitting in front of my desktop. As I checked who it was, it turned out to be Eva, my girlfriend of five years. Opening the door, I welcomed her in the apartment we share together and she stared at me with a face which said she could murder a person right here out of rage. What got her in a knot today!!

When Jaxsen awoke he was aware of two things: it was much brighter in his room than it should be and the date. November twenty-first. Today he was nine years old. He had mixed feelings about today. After he woke he wondered why Sebastian hadn’t made him get up for school. Nizhoni, who moved in almost two weeks ago, hadn’t roused him, either. He frowned, pondering. His two previous birthdays were nothing to be remembered. He squeezed his eyes shut against the memories that threatened to overwhelm.

"There is nothing wrong with being gay. I just want to be free. Just like my brother, Simon. I don't want to hide in the closet anymore. It's suffocating." "But your dad won't understand you! You know that, Sunny. Please, listen to me." I smiled, "I'll wait until he accepts us as his sons." I helped mom with the dinner. When everything is settled down, I went to my room and sat on my bed. I took scissors and plain white paper inside my bag. I just cut a heart shape out of that paper, folded it in half, and put it inside my pocket. When I think I gathered the right amount of courage and braveness to my system, I went out of my room and strode towards the dining table where mom and dad were lo

"It'd be rude not to. Let's go." Mateo barely hid his excitement, pulling her close like he actually felt bad. "I can't spend your birthday with just the two of us this year... but I'll make it up to you next year." Yara laughed softly. Next year? There wouldn't be a next year. In a few days, she'd be gone for good. *** Helen stood at the center of it all, draped in designer couture, soaking up the endless praise. She was the star of the night—undisputed, untouchable.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

Mostly after last night's kiss. My lips curved into a small smile, lost in my fantasy of me and Max again. “No… he isn’t stressing me.” Dr. Ashley looked at me and looked at Maxwell. He could notice something. “Max…Quincy…” he began, a question forming on his lips. But Max beat him to it. “Ashley, shouldn’t I be the one asking questions here? What exactly brought you to my place this morning?” Ashley chuckled. “Fair point… I came to invite you both to the hospital's fifth- year anniversary on Friday. Quincy you’re very much invited.”