Book Heart Of The Sea Novels & Stories

Grabbing my drink I moved into the bedroom, dripping water onto the carpet as I plopped onto the bed taking another sip. I picked up the phone, squinting at the card on the nightstand as I dialed the front desk. Placing the phone to my ear, I let out an exasperated sigh. I was cold and everything felt numb. I just wanted today to be over. “Seaside Hotel.” An overly chipper voice said, and I grit my teeth together. “Hi, I’m in room 502 and the shower won’t turn off. The knob, I don’t-”

And that was exactly what Amelia was. One year later, we held our wedding on a small island in the Astolian Sea. It was a simple ceremony, attended only by close family and friends. Dad patted my shoulder, then turned solemnly to Amelia. "Kid, I'm entrusting my dearest son to you. If you ever let him suffer even a little, I'll let you experience just how formidable Guzman Group's legal department really is." That single sentence caused the audience to burst into laughter. Amelia tightened her grip on my hand and replied with resolve, "Bernard, don't worry. I'll love and protect William with my life."

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

"Russ…" "Carson, look at him. He isn’t responding to me. We were coming to you and he fainted on the way here. He was sweating, Carson. He was so cold. I am scared, Carson. Please". Russell broke down in tears. His hands were shivering with anxiety. Carson signaled his team to take care of Daniel for a while, while he took Russell out, almost forcefully. "Russell, calm down. Tell me what happened? Any work load? Any tension"? Carson asked him in a composed tone, although it was hell for him. The man he loved was being admitted in the ER with some heart issues and he had to make sure that Daniel was fine.

The water didn't splash against the hulls; it parted in reverence. ​As the North faded into a line of grey mist, Elara felt a sharp, burning sensation in her palm. The sea-chart she had stolen from the spy’s mind was glowing. But it wasn't showing the way to the Bastion of Dawn. It was showing a heartbeat, her father’s heartbeat and it was moving. ​They weren't just sailing to a prison. They were sailing into a trap.

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

How could he just destroy it like that? The Heart of the Sea had been through centuries without any harm to it at all. It was an absolute treasure that was priceless.

“Welcome back.” I exhaled, my throat dry. “How bad?” “You could’ve died.” His voice was grim. “You had fluid collecting around your heart. The hole in your heart? It’s getting worse. If Sea hadn’t gotten to me in time, you wouldn’t be breathing right now.” Sea. My princess. My gaze flickered to my side. She was there, curled up beside me, holding my hand. “Sea…” My voice came out hoarse. At the sound of her name, she stirred, rubbing her sleepy eyes before lifting her head. When she saw that I was awake, her face lit up, and she threw her arms around me.

Each sound pulled at her heart, igniting a sense of purpose as they worked diligently to restore the ship, the heart of their journey—a heart that suddenly thudded uneasily against her ribs, triggering a wave of nausea that curled tightly around her gut. She braced herself against the wheel, a solid weight anchoring her against the oncoming tide of discomfort. A familiar scent of salt mingled with freshly mended sails hung in the air, but instead of invigorating her, it sent a quick shiver of unease through her. As she scanned the horizon, her heart faltered, each pulse threatening to accelerate. A quick breath steadied her, but the solid grip she had on her captain’s duties began to slip.