A Heartless Hypothesis Novels & Stories

And as I become more mindful of these emotions, my fear of being abandoned and entrapped in a place where nobody would rescue me in escaping from the hole I had been in was growing. Whatever was causing my heart to beat violently; whatever tickle feeling was endlessly playing in my stomach; whatever they were... I just didn't deserve to be conscious of them— no, it was better not to know them. Because loving this heartless Alpha would just make me suffer; that was for sure.

– She suggested as if by asking that I was showing a certain fear of virtues. I am impartial to religion, not that I was skeptical to the point of denying some superior divine power, not least because I am too enchanted for tales and fables not to appreciate certain deities, Karila can even be listed as one. Weren't these figures so superior and free from judgment and will?

I know that I had hurt him too much, but he could not be so heart less too right. “My cousin is dying. He has a genetic disease called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy and its at the end stage.” “His heart is failing too and he needs a heart as we ccspeak.”

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

His gaze shifted down to her lips and again trailed upward at her eyes. "Because it has no existence," he completed his words which made her arch her brows. "I have heard a lot of people calling themselves heartless, Mr germ," she spoke, making him amused. "But you know when a human starts calling himself heartless when his heart is in extreme pain or that heart is in need of a cure for that pain," she said, staring at him.

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

I said in a hoarse whisper. "Yes. Chase has an obsessive personality. Once he has his heart set on something, he will do anything to get it. But he likes undamaged things." Erin reached over and grazed my bruise, making me shiver. "He wouldn't do something that could potentially scar your pretty face. Because like I said, he wants things perfect." "So he looks at me as an object. That's just great," I said bitterly. "I don't know about that, but it could be true. My point is that he wouldn't physically harm you."

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Kellan says softly. In his heart, however, Kellan knows the truth—he doesn't trust Ronan. He knows what kind of male his cousin is. Ronan Wolfhart is ruthless, calculating, and territorial to a fault. An Alpha like that does not simply let go of what he considers his. When a male like Ronan finally realizes he is in love, his possessiveness becomes a terrifying, relentless storm. Kellan fears that I won't be able to withstand that storm forever. The carriage grinds to a halt before the wrought-iron gates of the Blackthorn mansion.

“From me?” I nodded, keeping my chin high, even as my insides trembled. “My brother's weak heart is failing at an extremely fast rate and a transplant is the only option but I don't have the resources to carry it out.” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just leaned back in his chair, eyes roaming over me like I was being assessed for auction. “And why,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “do you think I would care?” His words hit like a slap.