A Heartless Hypothesis Novels & Stories

"Why won't anyone believe me? I had nothing to do with Leah's disappearance. She was my friend! I would never hurt her!" His face hardened as he clenched his teeth, "Your defense is hopeless, I stand on what I believe. My only regret is not noticing your hypocrisy sooner. When it is time, you will meet the one that I desire and you will realize that it is your loss for rejecting me." I slammed the door after him, sliding through it until my butt hit the ground. "Why won't he believe me? How can he hate me this much?" I cried, covering my lips with my palm.

Good. I run to Aleister’s side and turn him to face me. He looks at me with sheer terror in his eyes. I lean into his ear, my voice a deathly whisper, “You know, when humans willingly give us their blood, it is unwise to rape and kill their children, Aleister” I thrust my hand into his chest, my claws tearing easily through his flesh and wrapping around his beating heart. His eyes widen in panic as I squeeze the life-giving organ. “May Nyx have no mercy on your soul” I say as I tear out his heart.

But no, you didn't because of one pathetic piece of sh*t you call a heart. Mhmm, I have a pathetic, terrible heart. But still, I know I can't go around hurting innocent people who have nothing to do with our lives. And it is better to have that one pathetic, terrible heart than a heartless monster like you. Gradually, their voices were rising up as they shouted out to each other.

His ability to detach from the human cost due to the depths of his heartlessness. In the darkness of his penthouse, Michael's true nature is most evident. The calculated machinations of his mind are reflected in his eyes, devoid of warmth or empathy. His heartlessness is his armor, shielding him from the vulnerabilities that compassion would expose. The world Michael has crafted revolves around his heartlessness, a kingdom built on manipulation, power, and control. He thrives in the shadows, orchestrating the lives of others to his own benefit. But as he climbs higher on the ladder of his ambitions, the chasm between his heart and humanity widens, leaving a trail of brokenness and despair in

"Heartless Palace!" The name shook everyone's hearts. The unique Illusive-Immortal Incense from Heartless Palace was different from an ordinary Illusive-Immortal Incense. Once you inhaled it, you would not be able to exert your True Energy for several hours, no matter how highly cultivated you were.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

“Black magic is already very complex compared to normal magic. To pull off a complex one requires decades of studying and a crap ton of mana. His black heart is artificial.” “How can you tell? And what does that mean?” “I can tell because I’ve done it before. This one is rather crude and immature. A fake. It’s like a crystal and a gem. Both of them can appear beautiful, but a gem has higher value. Despite that, it still has function. And as crystals are in the market, they’re probably mass producing these hearts.” Matthew gasped internally. He correlated this new information he just gained with what he knew. Could the black pill actually be the black heart that Loki mentioned?

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

"I said your name and its bearer doesn't ring a bell, Miss Hyde." "Is that so?" I moved closer to him. "So you don't remember that naive eighteen years old girl, you took advantage of. The one you took advantage of her dignity and then dumped her like she was one of your many ragdoll? You don't remember? Because she sure do remember you vividly, Kurt Kenton. Your memories is like a knife plunged into her heart, twisting and twisting, and it won't stop until it's destroyed her completely."