Second Hand Hearts 소설 & 이야기

only YOU. All Hearts !!

Although it had just been ten minutes when she had been out cold, and then her pulse had subsequently returned, he had been terrorized stiff by the abrupt halt of her heartbeat. But how could that even be possible? Although he had heard of many stories of people using CPR to revive others, the phenomenon of her heartbeat disappearing all of a sudden and then returning out of the blue was queer indeed! But above all, what mattered was that she was safe and sound. He retrieved his smartphone and looked at the message that had just appeared on the screen. "What are you doing right now?" the message read. "I hope you are doing well," he replied. "Same to you."

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

" The lady smiled immediately. Like this was okay. Completely and totally okay. Which it was, we were still technically married and... and everyone on the team thought us loving and happy. "The keypads are a twin." The lady added, looking up from her system. "They're a couple's card." I looked down at my hands, the keypad she gave me. And sure enough it was a half shaped heart. A red half shaped heart. Same as the one handed to him too. Both were similar. Would be a complete pair if placed together. "The perfect heart!" The lady grinned for emphasis, confirming my thoughts right then. "We hope your stay here be as full and passionate as the red hearts. Have the most wonderful nights, excitin

They exchanged a smile, full of effortless understanding. Levi's mind went blank. In that instant of distraction, he didn't see the car speeding toward him from the right. They say that in the moments before death, your life flashes before your eyes like a film. For Levi, it was only Nikki. In the final moments of his life, he realized the depth of his love for her—a love so profound that even after seven years, his mind, his heart, every fiber of his being, was still filled with her. He could remember every expression she had ever made, every movement of her hands. But he would never again have the chance to hold her.

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

I sit, facing him, my eyes shining with anticipation. “Close your eyes.” “Okay.” I immediately shut my eyes, going crazy with excitement. “Open them.” As I open my eyes, I see him, smiling at me. He gestures to me to look down, and as I do, I notice he is holding two silver bracelets, each adorned with a half-heart charm. He takes my wrist, clasping one bracelet around it, while he wears the other. “These are us.” He takes my hand and brings it close to his, aligning the two charms. As they touch, the halves fit perfectly together, forming a complete heart. His fingers are entwined with mine.

"Mr. Patrick Brosnan, this was delivered to the house. I didn’t dare open it, so I brought it to you." Sarah sat up quickly. "Go on, open it. That’s my gift to you," she said, her voice heavy with emotion. With trembling hands, Patrick opened the box. Inside was a small vial. His voice quivered as he looked at her, barely able to get the words out. "What... what is this?" She smiled faintly, her voice tight with sorrow. "That, Patrick, is our child."

Celeste (between Remy, Noah, and Brittany—smiling): “High school, high sync.” Locket thumped—six heartbeats + two new ones + forty-seven hellebores + valley frost.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.