Bleeding Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

He struggled for what felt like an eternity, trying to break free from the anguish, but his mind seemed to have a mind of its own. Losing control, he slammed his head against the steering wheel. The sudden impact ended his struggle, and the haunting voices in his head ceased. However, the fear that had gripped his mind lingered, making it hard for him to breathe. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air, and then exhaled rapidly. As he lifted his head from the steering wheel, blood gushed out from the gash on his forehead. Ignoring the pain, he slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Shit!"

***Hyacinth*** My heart was a storm, each beat a thunderclap of dread. Every time my eyes caught a glimpse of a bouquet of flowers, my pulse quickened, and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. The world felt like it was closing in, my thoughts a tangled mess. My stomach churned, and my mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t breathe. My body trembled uncontrollably, as if the ground beneath me was shaking.

A small wheel with a small red light. From the same tray next to her, she takes some gauze, wrapping her arm with the help of the other, carrying out a tourniquet to stop bleeding. She use the towel she put on her mouth to cover the wound and clean up the little blood that is flowing coming out. The scene is so shocking to me and exciting at the same time; I don't know what to say. I'm shocked, standing at the door like an idiot. Noah is pale, not knowing how to react, when Blondy has nailed herself cold-blooded with a scalpel without anesthesia, not even the damn pain that she could feel, half her arm being crushed.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

He replied trying to hide his delight. As they exited, they were met with a throng of reporters and flashing cameras. Sophia’s heart pounded, memories of a traumatic night flooding back. She remembered the blinding lights of the ambulance, the piercing sounds of sirens, and the chaos that followed the accident of that fateful day.The reporters’ shouts and camera flashes mirrored that horrific night, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

The veins and the color were red, and every second the heart would beat as though it was alive right inside a person’s warm body. The heart crystal was a form of magic, one of the cruelest one as it was called the “Betrayal’s magic”. If someone were to destroy the heart, the person’s would connected with the crystal would also disappear and pass away. But this wasn’t why it was named “Betrayal’s magic.” It was the fact that one need the blood of the person who also share the victim’s to activate the magic. This would mean, Rose had taken the heart of her own husband’s father by using her husband’s blood.

He gawked down at his claws, blotted with the blood of the innocent and the not so innocent, Young and old alike. His entire being thumped in affliction while his heart bleed internally. A reddish teardrop slowly dripped down his cheeks. The bleeding heart of the King.

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

I thought " Someone related to the Blacks is working with Melissa , this is so bad but who will want bad for the Blacks they're nice people?" I thought to myself. My phone beeped and I checked to see a message from Ashley saying to meet her at Glitters tomorrow. I shut my eyes but I was scared shitless, how can people be this cruel?

Pressure, not sound. The mesh mouth still tastes like my own breath. Blood sits thick on my tongue. I spit into my palm. Red cuts through the sweat pooling there. My nose is bleeding again. I press the heel of my hand under my nostrils and tip my head back against the cinderblock. Above me, someone carved initials with a pen. J.R. plus T.B. They left a heart around it. I stare at the heart. Looking inward would name the wrongness humming beneath my ribs. I don't want to name it.