Book Heart Of The Sea Novels & Stories

Everyone thought that Ariana was only in love with me, and everything she did with other men was just for show, and thus not a big deal. Only Jason was the one who truly felt indignant on my behalf. After bidding goodbye to him at the airport, I hopped onto the plane heading toward the south, and four hours later, landed in Seafare City. I'd only just switched my phone back on when I immediately got a phone call from Jason. He was shouting at the top of his lungs. "You should have seen how interesting the wedding turned out to be, Zack! I'm sorry you missed everything. You were right—that Ivan was nothing but a lunatic!"

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

The storm had been sudden, a brutal, Biblical fury that ripped their small missionary boat from its moorings and flung it into the raging sea. Father Marcus, a man of faith but not of the sea, had clung to Sister Clara as the world turned to violent, salted chaos. When the dawn broke calm and cruel, they were alone on a crescent of sand, their vessel shattered against black rocks, their supplies gone, their world reduced to this: two souls, soaked and shivering, clad in the heavy, salt-stiffened wool of their vows.

What a pathetic fool I was. When she fed me the medicine, I failed to push her away in time. Once the liquid hit my stomach, it started to burn, and my consciousness began to fade. … Before everything went to black, I saw that woman spraying disinfecting alcohol on herself, her face covered in disgust. "Get him to Southeast Aldoria and tell them to just keep him barely breathing. They can break him." Once again, I was thrown into a nightmare like a piece of discarded meat. I woke up finding myself tied to a ship's mast. Below the platform, a group of burly men were throwing cash around, bidding over my fate as if I were nothing more than entertainment.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

She said. The Seer took a slow, deliberate breath. "There is one final truth I have yet to reveal." My daughter and I exchanged uneasy glances. A final truth? The Seer looked toward the window, as though she could see far beyond the forest. "Yes. The Heart of Magic has awakened..." She paused. "...but so has the one thing that was never meant to awaken with it." "The Heart of Magic? Does that mean the prophecy has begun?" I interrupted her. She slowly closed her eyes, ignoring my question. "...which means the hunt has begun."

She’d been Miss Scarlet that afternoon, the one murdered in that game. ‘He did not embarrass me, Petros. Now do you remember the story or not?’ Petros nodded and laughed. ‘Of course I do, but remind me.’ Sighing, Carrie began, ‘The story I told her wasn’t in the book, it was one my father had often told me. It was called the Child of the Sea. He loved the sea, didn’t he?’ she mused thoughtfully. ‘Ironic, that the sea caused his death, in a roundabout way.’

The sea. Angry and unrelenting. Dangerous. It rolled again, jostling her head. Ashlyn bit back a whimper and squinted as another body wrapped in an emergency blanket wavered on the deck before her. Upright and leaning against the side, the body shifted as she tracked their outstretched legs, slowly trying to piece together the scene before her. Her heart hammered in her chest, her gaze roaming over their chest, moving towards their face when something blocked her view.