Borrowed Hearts Cast Novels & Stories

Taking me to a world I had only read about. I could feel the love as his lips moved against mine softly. I could hear the promises in his steadily beating heart. I could see the dreams we could achieve as I closed my eyes, feeling myself disappear into a story that only ended in a happily ever after. And in this world of broken hearts, I had chosen his, to make it mine. And I had no intention of returning it ever.

Meanwhile, Kevin had collapsed, unconscious from smoke inhalation and exhaustion. In an instant, she had lost both parents, and her brother was left in a coma. After their parents' death, the small family business they had owned had collapsed under the weight of debt from the fire. In one night, all the burdens of the family had fallen onto Kylie's shoulders. To cover Kevin's medical expenses and pay off the debts, Kylie had turned to working part-time at a nightclub. It was at the nightclub that she had met Jonathan—and become his lover.

She was a pawn in a business deal as well, but she had to endure your hatred and anger. Owen stood there in shock. His head hung low. After he read the confirmation form in front of him, his heart sank. Slowly, he signed the form. Then, he watched as my body was sent into the cremation oven and consumed by the flames. After the cremation, the worker at the crematorium handed over my ashes. Bianca reached out to take the urn, but Owen beat her to it. Holding the urn, he stared blankly at Bianca. "Marcie was my wife. I will handle her funeral arrangements."

I hated myself for being so curious about what that girl had! Brandon looked straight at me, surprised, as if he couldn't believe the words he'd just heard. "Can you listen to me before you judge me?" he asked. I didn't respond right away; I was stunned because I felt exposed after reacting to what I'd seen between him and Cherry. "Bianca's nephew's birthday is today, so Addy borrowed Sky for the day. They’ll be staying at Bianca's house overnight—" He hadn't finished explaining when I reacted immediately.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”

The guests exchanged silent glances, knowing it was Rob who had initiated the flirtation, and Dorothy had eagerly followed his lead. Pitying, almost sympathetic glances now rained down on me from all directions. As Dorothy's anger boiled over, Rob flashed me a grin. "Dorothy gave me her heart when she was 18. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You insisted on waiting until the wedding night. Have you ever stopped to consider how difficult these past few years have been for her, holding back like that?" My laugh grew colder, edged with ice. A flicker of guilt crossed Dorothy's eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, erased by Rob's provocative words.

"When he was dying, I found the match, I found the donor and I paid for it. I made sure he lived." My jaw drops. "That... that’s insane. I’m the donor. I gave him my heart! I’m the one with the machine in my chest! I did that for him!" Tasha laughs again, louder this time. "You? You just signed the papers, Gianna. You got the artificial heart because yours was weak and useless anyway. You didn't save him. You just used his sickness to get a new toy for yourself. And how’s that working out for you?"

' "Yes.. the girl.. she bought it like she promised and I'm fucken looking at it now.. I was looking for it that's why I disappeared..." He laughed, 'fuuuck.. guys give me all my money back.. I told you my lady will get that camera back.. bring it...' 'what? She got it? How?' I heard one of his friends ask and he just laughed, 'she's my girlfriend and she makes things happen.. so give...' Woooow, did they bet on that? Guys are so stupid! "Baby did you guys seriously bet on this..?" 'it was Antony and he even put the bet against you.. baby on Saturday I'm so taking you out.. with Tony's money..'

"Why wouldn't someone like Damien not have a special someone in his life?" And then it hit her-the woman was Clara Smith, the up-and-coming starlet who recently gained fame after winning Best Rookie Actress for her new movie. Clara was gorgeous, with naturally blonde hair and a body that just screamed confidence and perfection. How could Noah even hope to compete with that? She didn't want to make a scene or draw any attention toward her. So, she didn't leave the hotel but asked for another room for the night. A long shower didn't wash the ache or confusion off her, but gave a moment to pull herself together.

Nolan stays in the study, staring at the shadows on the walls. He does know the answer, although he would rather not admit it. Marie reminds him of that part of his life he has never come to grips with: the fact of her betrayal, of his failures, of how he let her down, of unresolved feelings buried deep inside him. But then, there is Elena-the woman who gave him everything without asking for anything in return. She is the one who deserves his whole heart, and he knows it. Why does he feel torn? Time stretches on, and finally, Nolan decides he needs to clear his head. He snatches up his coat and heads outside into the cool night air that greets his face. He walks aimlessly through the quiet s