Battle Hearts Novels & Stories

The remains of the temple lay in ruin, its once-gleaming walls now reduced to jagged edges of stone. The battle that had taken place there echoed in the silence, leaving Elena breathless and shaken. She stood in the center of the chaos, still clutching the Heart. Its pulsing warmth had calmed a little, but its weight on her chest grew heavier with each passing second. She could feel its influence, a silent presence within her mind, whispering doubts and promises of power she was desperate to understand.

The heartbeat was heavier than he had anticipated, each beat distinct and palpable. Was her heartbeat this strong right now? He didn't know the answer. He had never seen her in person, only her data. But that data showed her heart was resilient. Ever since the arena that day, her heart rate curve had persisted, steady, continuous, like an unbreakable thread.

] [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."

“Just end it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice.” Without hesitation, I drive the second piece of the staff into his chest, using both fractured shafts to leverage his torso open. I expose his heart and tear it completely out of his chest, gripping it tight. Lotus’s eyes instantly go lifeless, his flesh turning a stark, chalky white, but his detached heart still beats violently against my palm. I stand up slowly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on me. I hurl the heart to the floor and crush it beneath my heel.

Everything is so damn beautiful like a beautiful dream. "What happened?" He suddenly asked, raising his eyebrows, bringing me on the earth back. "It feels like a dream," I answered him, still gazing at him dubiously. "It is reality, Princess. Your Mr Stranger is in front of you. I'm in real, in front of your eyes." He gently held my hand with both hand and placed it on the left side of his chest. My heartbeat accelerated as I heard his heartbeat. "My heart is beating for you." He whispered huskily, gazing into my eyes deeply, his eyes are filled with immense love. His heart beats for me and my heart beats for him. "You know when I don't think about you, my heartbeats become restless." He add

122 BPM. Adrian sat. Put Alex back. Hand through the porthole. Never letting go. “Knights don’t lose what’s theirs,” he whispered to Alex. Then he looked at me. Hairpin back in my hair. Wedding band on my finger. “But kings,” he said, “build new kingdoms. For their queen. For their heir.” [SFX: HEARTBEAT MONITOR. ALEX’S. 122 BPM. THEN MINE. MATCHING IT. THEN ADRIAN’S.]

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

Drake has really crossed the line and I'm going to make him pay for this. I don't care what he thinks anymore. I'm going to that function with Harry and nothing's gonna change that. I did some shopping even though my mood already changed since I saw him. I can't believe my stupid heart wants me to run into his arms when I see him. Why on Earth would I want to do that? ' Because you love him' my subconscious mind told me.

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.

He knew this could happen, as well. Now that the door was open to her memories, they would flood her and not bring all the good memories that would help her but the bad ones too. He moved closer and kissed her forehead as he softly said her name. She finally woke up and felt the tears that were streaming down her face. She glanced up and touched his face as she was trying to convince herself that he was not a dream, and he was really there. “Sweetheart, it is okay. I am here.” Garrett said softly, and then she sighed as the waves of emotions were rolling around her.