Atlas Of The Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The eye of Delis and his girlfriend flashed immediately like that of a flashlight, their eye met Diana standing at the door They were so shocked that they can't even shake or react in any way Delis was only starring directly into Diana's eye "How long has he been doing this to me?" Diana said in her heart And Diana is a soft hearted person, her heart doesn't need something ridiculous, she thought Delis is a safe person for her. At this moment her heart is already down, and tears may shower up if she tries to say many words So she stands inert, she wouldn't want to stress herself uttering any word to them

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

Daniel stood up nodding his head and they both stepped outside their Empire. Daniel and Russell had flourished their business to new heights. Carson had built a whole complex for Cardiovascular activities and he would perform high risk surgeries, rest he would only monitor and train the interns. Lily and Leena, a specialist in heart and neuron, following the footsteps of their papa, and their husbands too. They were happily spending their married life. Daniel still remembered when he got to know that his girls had become mommies. Twins to Lilly and a girl to Leena. He kept holding those little angels in his arms until they had to be fed. Russell and Carson kept sulking that Daniel didn’t let

I shut the door behind me frowning at Ryan for interrupting. "Boss, I have Mike on the line." Interesting, he called sooner than I expected. I take the phone with me to my office shutting the door behind me. I sit comfortably on the chair before speaking. "Atlas the dead has risen." "Ace, I know you have my daughter" he groans. "I didn't betray you; I would never do that to you son." I won't let him get to my heart; I won't let him play that son card anymore. "Send me the time and location." I pause. "And Mike, don't piss me off, no games." I end the call before he replies.

I could hardly believe it—a zombie with a heartbeat. Magnus' pale gray eyes had softened, his whole being shifting closer to that of a living man. But deep down, I knew the truth. A zombie was still a zombie. No matter how many emotions or human traits he seemed to possess, his brain had long been dead. After I came into his life, Magnus rarely left my side. He seldom went out, always staying close to me.

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

underneath was his name, Roman. She carefully approached the room, she checked the pamphlet in her hand. The Heart was included as one of the objects for the exhibition, but it was not for sale. There was a large TV screen hung in the pitch-black room, in front of it was an object and it was displayed in a glass case.

Inside, a few small items were neatly arranged. A handwritten recipe card for the signature tart from the new dessert shop in town. I had once sent Carlo a message saying I wanted to try it. A single white lisianthus, pressed and preserved. It was almost identical to the one I had seen on the street corner and casually sent him a picture of. A palm-sized bronze replica of a vintage streetlamp, its lamppost bent at the same angle as the one on the street below my window. I had complained to him once that it had been broken for a month.

I didn’t want to leave anything that could be overheard. I sat back down, pulled the ultrasound photo out of my purse, and stared at it. Three little dots. Three little heartbeats. Three futures wrapped in uncertainty. I heard the door open. Atlas stepped inside with a small bag from my favorite deli and two bottled lemonades. His thoughtfulness made something ache in my throat. He sat beside me again, too close and too far all at once. “You okay?” he asked, his voice lower now, more deliberate. I hesitated. “I’m… not sure.”