Borrowed Hearts Cast Novels & Stories

My eyes burned, and my sobs tore free, echoing through the empty room. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, abruptly cutting through my breakdown. I wiped my tears and peered through the peephole. It was hotel room service. When I opened the door, the staff member handed me a bag. "Ma'am, a Mr. Tate downstairs asked us to pass this on to you." I took the bag. Inside was a newly bought sweater, clearly of poor quality. Jeremy must have been too impatient to pick out anything better. A few threads were snagged on the wing of the bird embroidered on the chest. It looked like my heart—ripped open, beyond repair.

"On the way back, I already made arrangements for the wedding. It's this weekend. Nicole, don't go. Haven't you always wanted this wedding? I'll stay with you this week, I promise." I looked at the massive bouquet and recalled how, when we had just gotten married, I once asked him for a single rose. Back then, Max had refused. Later, I learned from his diary that in his heart, roses were meant only for the woman he loved most. Now, standing before such a grand display, the excitement I should have felt was nowhere to be found. It seemed I had truly let go. I took the bouquet from Max's hands and, right in front of him, tossed it into the trash can outside the old house.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

See you later my love", she said giving Larry a peck on the cheek. Lucy was sitting still on her chair blinking occasionally. She flipped her pen between her fingers and her smile could show she was onto something. She had finally got a plan to worm her way to Larry's marriage. She and Theodora had one thing in common. They love the same man. What could make it impossible for them to be in the same level of minds. Not really friends but being friendly to each other. These were the thoughts that were invading Lucy's mind at that moment. She was plotting to get under Theodora's skin, something she could do with much ease as she knew how to win someone's heart without much ado. She knew how to

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a hammer against my ribs. In that moment, I was no longer Alexei Pushkin, the ruthless mob boss, but simply a man terrified of losing someone who had somehow found her way into the darkest corners of my heart. Instinct took over. I scooped Zoey into my arms, her body light as a feather against my own. The flames from her burning car cast an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the fear etched on her features. I knew that look all too well – the terror that mirrored my own.

They both watched blood seep through the fabric of his shirt, staining his hand as he clutched at the wound. Lorenzo's breath stuttered as blood stained his fingers. He fixed her with a furious stare as realization hit him. Elena saw the anger in his eyes and wondered if it stemmed from his perception of her betrayal or the realization of his own carelessness. The crackle of a radio sounded nearby, the garbled chatter of agents barely audible over the wind. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as the words filled the night. ‘… dead body on deck’ the voice rang out like a twisted confirmation of everything unraveling.”

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

She stared into the camera, crying so hard that it seemed she could barely breathe. "Hello, everyone. My name is Jeannie. My fiancé is Carson, an attending physician at Central City Hospital. My first love, Elliot, was diagnosed with kidney failure yesterday and urgently needs a transplant. "Carson's the perfect match, but he refuses to donate because he wants to keep all 500,000 dollars of our shared savings for himself! He even forged a fake AIDS report and used it to slander Elliot! "Elliot is only 25 years old! He's never even held a girl's hand. How could he possibly have a disease like that?"