Borrowed Hearts Cast Novels & Stories

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?"

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

She felt Aunty Fatima step away, as her father came to stand beside her, taking her hand in his arm, and smiling proudly at her, he whispered in her ears, “Risha darling, a more beautiful bride hasn’t worked this earth” She flashed him an angry glare, pressing her lips together in an effort to stop herself from speaking. He just smiled at her expression and whispered in stern voice. “Behave”. She blinked quickly trying to stop the tears that threatened to roll down her cheek, her feet felt numb, her breathing despite the well-ventilated room was laboured, as if she lacked oxygen. Sweat and perspiration covered her beautiful face. For once in her life, she was terrified, this was no joke, it

“It is going to be better now that you are here. I heard you did great at university. The Pack is so excited to have you back.” I nodded, even though I was not sure how to feel about it. Of course, I did great at university. I had to. There was no room for weakness at Med School. It was me and my dream against the world. Before I could respond, a hush fell over the small crowd that had gathered. My heart dropped as I turned to see him. Asher Darkheart. The Alpha of the Blood Crescent Pack. The man I had loved for as long as I could remember. The man who had broken my heart.

The charm Jayde had given me swung back and forth around the sow’s neck, glinting faintly under the moonlight, making the entire scene even more grotesque. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. And then, my phone suddenly lit up. I glanced down. It was a message from @HollowBranch. "Don’t trust her. She’s trying to use your womb to raise something evil."

But I didn't understand what she said. “What do you mean by royalty?” I confronted her. She gestured her hands pointing from the ground going up that made me look from my foot up to my shoulder. “Ah I see, I’m not royalty. This dress was just borrowed from someone inside that lost paradise” I’m wearing a crystal blue long dress that looks so elegant just like queen Hearst’s dress. To whom own this dress her or Kline I don’t know since I didn’t talk to anyone after Eiji toured me around the kingdom which means not even dinner, lunch, or breakfast I didn’t have it.

His grip around her waist tightened, pulling her closer. "What?" Ayla questioned him, tilting her head to the other side so that she could steal a look at the side of his face. He had his eyes squeezed shut, his breathing slowed down to match the fluttering of his lashes. 'Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest' "How can someone be so perfect?" His voice was barely audible as the singer's baritone voice danced around them. "And how can someone who is broken like me deserve you."