Playful Heart Novelas e Histórias

He proves to me that he can wait for us, that he loves me dearly. I was drowned in his touch and I won't be able to escape from his playful haptic, well, I don't want to escape either. THE END

Locking it behind, they both walked towards a playground in which they fortunately found many kids playing the game. She sighed as he kept on running, holding her hand. But he was calm like always. She watched him confusedly and in another moment, she realised he had no heart. Actually he has a heart which does not beat anymore. “Yeah, so I can’t pant,” he told her, reading her mind. She forced her lips to stretch into a smile but it was not from her heart. She was forced. Nothing bad if she calls him Heartless. Anyway this is true. A bitter truth.

He shook his head dumbly in denial, "The gate will open on its own when either warrior loses," Roley angrily kicked the protective veil, "She's already lost, her heart has been thrown on the floor stage. How can she live on?" Hana quietly picked up the heart that Roley had thrown down the stage in her hands, she watched the steady beating of her heart exclaim, "This is the heart of a healthy person."

I muttered, but I couldn’t help grinning. The roulette spun bright symbols flashing past like promises: [Charm Boost] [New Skill?] [Item: Love Letter of Fate] [???] [Special Passive] Then—ding! [Congratulations! You have acquired: Passive Skill – “Heartbeat Synchrony”] I blinked. “…Heartbeat what?” The text unrolled across my vision, delicate and dramatic like it was written by a poet with too much free time. Heartbeat Synchrony (Passive) Your emotional rhythm aligns with those around you.

"Fair enough." Then the child floated toward Astra. And gently pressed a hand against her forehead. Silver light blossomed between them. Astra's eyes widened. "What was that?" The Heart smiled. "A gift." The little girl blinked. "What kind of gift?" The Heart grinned mischievously. "You'll find out." Astra looked deeply suspicious. The gathering laughed again. Then the Heart turned back toward the Dreamer. Toward its creator. Toward its oldest friend. The tears returned.

But I will enjoy whatever we have even if this is very wrong. [A/N: End of Heart’s POV.]

In this dream, he kept his eyes shut while she smiled teasingly and asked, "Why won't you look at me, Brad?" She fell into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering sensually, "Is it because you're scared I'll burrow my way into your heart the moment you open your eyes?" She'd run her fingers over his pure white monastic robe and rested them where his heart was. That was when Bradley had opened his eyes. Sure enough, she'd found her way into his heart just like that. His heart no longer had space for Sandhara. Things had gone past the point of no return.

He looked at the pulsing gray heart suspended in the center of the chamber, his amber eyes reflecting the decay. "Mommy, the quiet uncles... they're inside the heart. They're making it beat. Make them stop. Please. I want the warm back." "We're going to end the song, Leo. Hold onto me," I rasped. My heart thrummed a frantic, syncopated rhythm against his chest, a pulse that Kael's soul surely felt through the metal.

A girl walked out of a reflection she looked younger than June, sixteen years old she wore a simple white dress her hair was a soft natural blonde but her skin was not normal skin it was clear like a jellyfish you could see glowing blue veins underneath. "I am Joy " the girl said, she smiled, but her eyes were empty they looked like two holes in a sheet of paper. "I am the Third Daughter I am the one who keeps the memories of the Earth so the Masters do not have to." June whispered, "The map says you are the Cores computer processor." Joy said, "I am the heart the Masters take the energy Vesper takes the anger you take the pain but I, I keep the love and love is the dangerous fuel of all."

"These people have long arms and longer memories. If you won't play ball, they'll find other ways to motivate you. Family. Friends. Lovers. Everyone you care about becomes leverage." Liam wanted to flip the table. Wanted to grab her by the throat and squeeze until that smug expression disappeared forever. Wanted to do something, anything, to wipe away the reality of what she was saying. Instead, he pushed through the curtain and walked away, his legs moving on autopilot while his mind raced.