Atlas Of The Heart Novels & Stories

Ana's pov. "Where are you taking me?" I asked panicking but he never answers He takes my hand and pulls me into a room. I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray.

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

Stella was rushing toward me, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, confusion and panic etched all over her face. “What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and the chaos inside. “He’s…he’s having another heart attack,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me, grounding me just enough to stop the shaking. I leaned into her, needing that hug more than I realized Minutes felt like hours. I could barely keep my cool, watching how hard the nurses and doctors were trying to keep him alive. Finally, the beeping slowed, Nate's heartbeat returned to normal. The flurry of movement also calmed down. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from

But curiosity had always been her fatal flaw. The case opened with a soft click. Inside were books—beautiful, leather-bound, centuries old. Mira ran her fingers along their spines, marveling at the craftsmanship. At the end of the row, nestled between a Shakespeare folio and a medieval manuscript, was a box. Not a book box. A wooden box, carved with symbols she didn't recognize, its surface worn smooth by time. Mira lifted the lid. Inside was a photograph.

Sophia sat on the edge of the plush king-size bed, her eyes scanning the lavish interior with a mix of awe and sadness. The room was elegantly decorated with gold accents and intricate patterns on the walls, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the room. The floors were made of polished marble, and the windows were draped in heavy silk curtains that swayed gently in the breeze. As Sophia looked around, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in her chest. This was the kind of room she had always dreamed of staying in, with its extravagant design and luxurious furnishings. But now, as she sat there, she couldn't find any joy in it.

In that moment, the sheer joy and wonder on his face takes my breath away. "How is the baby doing?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion. Dr. Angelina beams at us both. "The baby is healthy and developing normally. Heartbeat is nice and strong." "That's wonderful," I breathe, studying the fuzzy black-and-white images on the screen, trying to make out our little one's form amidst the shadows. The doctor must notice my intent perusal. "You might not be able to see much detail yet since you're still in the first trimester. But I assure you, your baby is right there, safe and sound."

Then he tossed his lifeless body to the floor while still holding the man's beating heart. "Kill them and feed their heart to my babies," Oakley demanded. He gave the man's beating heart to one of his guards and walked out of the cell. Rehan followed him and the two went upstairs to the pack house. Because his hand was bloody, he decided to take a bath. All wolves said that Alpha Oakley has no heart, for he can kill someone in just a snap. He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored.

"In this cycle, you don't exist because you were born; you exist because you are Borrowed. And the High Council is currently using the First Alpha’s heart as the collateral for the loan" The lift hissed to a stop in a chamber that looked like a cross between a cathedral and a laboratory. In the center, suspended in a cylinder of pulsing cyan liquid, was the First Alpha’s Heart. It was massive, a gnarled mass of prehistoric muscle and black-light circuitry that beat with a rhythmic, thunderous sound that echoed the very first howl of our species.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur

The thing you should never tell Hell, any price, but Bella was desperate, she didn't mind what price she have to pay, she just need the baby to be safe. Now she got Hell's answer, a voice came to her, only her could hear it, she didn't know it was Lucifer who's answering, she's not just having a deal with any demon, it's the king of hell who's interested, he's bored, hell ruling gets boring after a while, he's craving having someone with him, someone to belong to him without the fear or the schemes to take over hell. The mama wolf, the way she pleaded to him, it got his attention, he could hear her heartbeat and the heartbeat of the unborn child, but it's the baby heartbeat that got his atte