Bash Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Cameron was standing outside Marissa’s door, trying to build the courage to ring the doorbell. After a deep breath, when he was about to touch the bell, someone called from behind, causing him to have a mini heart attack. “Cameron,” “Fuck! Marissa, you scared the shit out of me.” He exclaimed loudly, one hand on his heart and breathing deeply. “I am sorry, but why are you standing outside my door?” She asked him curiously. Today, Marissa was late coming home as she had to run to the grocery store, so it was unusual for her to see her student uncle standing in front of her doorstep in all his glory.

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

Sasha burst into tears and fell forward into his arms. "And all I ever k-know is Ragnar. Th-The one that is h-hidden inside. The n-naive one. T-Though hahaha...I t-think the beast a-also got m-me feeling t-things." Sasha trembled all over and put her hand on his chest. More tears poured out of her eyes when she felt his dead heart pounding against her palm. The heart she barely felt or heard before was now beating like a human.

Goodnight. < Thank you. > "Are you serious? That jerk said that?" I heard Hannah yell as she burst into my room as soon as I put my phone away. I stood up from the floor, walked up to the sliding door, pulled the curtains closed, and then turned back to her. "Do you want me to finish Alfred off at his penthouse?" I shook my head, walking back to my bed. I picked up my phone and handed it to her. "I have to move on to plan B. Since breaking his heart won't hurt as much as it's supposed to," I sighed.

“I’m going to see Shantal. She can’t die. How could she be dead?” The patient’s heart had stopped beating... The patient’s heart had stopped beating... Capp. The patient’s heart had stopped beating... That sentence was like a knife slicing into her heart repeatedly. Ullysis pushed Wilma aside when she tried to support him. He ran out of the house. There was a deep pain that penetrated to his core and radiated from his limbs.

This was someone who knew the Heart, knew how it worked, and understood how to break it if necessary. That frightened Adrian more than anything outside. The panel flickered, rejecting his initial command. He tried again, forcing full root access. The machine groaned, then conceded, the lights shifting from red to a shaky gold. “I’ve got partial control,” he said, glancing at Mara. “But the stabilizers are oscillating. If it keeps climbing like this, the Heart might trigger a shutdown sequence.” Rhea’s expression tightened. “Or an uncontrolled burst.” Adrian turned to her. “How bad would that be?”

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th