Buried Hearts Ep 1 Novels & Stories

Austen gives my shoulder a firm squeeze before I head down to met Em. She’s waiting for me. I turn the TV projector on and hook up my phone. Finding her favourite episodes and the ones with the motivating moments and cue them up. Season 11 Episode 14 - “Only freaking superheroes” The first one of course. Season 7 Episode 7 - “Screw beautiful I’m brilliant.” Japril’s wedding. Season 4 Episode 15 - “Have some fire. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature.” The episode Arizona gives the residents her peds speech - “These are the tiny humans…”

My heartache was unbearable. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed for all I was worth. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of despair and emptiness. The wound was invisible, but it had damaged me irreparably, and all I could do was wail into the darkness. *** “Megan, please. Can you come out and have some breakfast?” I buried my head further into the blanket hearing Charity’s voice outside my bedroom door.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

She’d stayed because she believed Echo was still worth it—even when Echo didn’t believe in her. They found remains in a nearby hut. She hadn’t survived. The partial skeleton had been buried carefully, wrapped in Echo cloth. Beside it, a worn chain with a single charm: a phoenix etched in obsidian glass. “She buried herself with the one thing that betrayed her,” Ruth said quietly. “No,” Lena replied. “She buried herself with the hope that someone would come back.” Carson stepped beside her. “And we did. Too late.” Lena knelt by the grave, placing the journal at its head. “Not too late to remember. Not too late to honor.”

Anguish burned like concentrated acid, searing into the most guarded part of my consciousness, breaching the lifelong barrier I kept suppressed in the far corner of my mind. "Quick, bury her!" "She's still alive!" "Truly a vile creature of sin!" White spots of agony crowded my vision. With a lurch, I puked a mouthful of blood, and sunk into a web of nightmare. ... "Shhh...don't wake up the pack." "Don't worry, everyone's asleep. Move your hands, dig deeper. The hole should be deep enough to suffocate her to death!" "This should be good enough. Quickly bury her!"

The call dropped, leaving Aakriti and Aman unaware of the accident. The airbags inflated, shielding Ahil from severe harm, but his heartache overshadowed any physical pain. The twisted metal and shattered glass mirrored the wreckage of his emotions. Alone in the wreckage, Ahil contemplated the wreckage of his trust, love, and happiness. As he struggled to collect his senses, the bitter reality sank in – his love story had met a catastrophic end on this fateful night. The shadows of betrayal and heartbreak loomed large, casting a pall over what once seemed like an everlasting bond.

Just as she leaped in the air to jump on Izan, a clawed hand went through her chest and pulled out her heart. The girl gasped and then went limp in his arms. Izan gathered her body to him as he gritted his teeth. He closed her eyes and placed her on the floor, her heart on her open chest. "Give her a befitting burial." He said to Adam who had watched the whole thing as a spectator. Just then, Cyprus was brought in and even worse, was smiling. He spoke even before Izan spoke.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

"I've picked up the career I've always loved. I feel fulfilled, and I'm happy. Things will only get better from here." She had already pulled herself out of the quicksand. All she could do now was focus on what needed to be done and not worry about what she couldn't control. Katie decided to stay the night. As she walked Ariel downstairs, she held her hand and asked, "Have you told Jayson and Lucas about your mom's death anniversary ceremony?" To her, Jayson was Ariel's husband, so he should attend. And Lucas had once been the closest person to Ariel. When Elena was buried, it was Lucas who had stood by Ariel and handled the arrangements. How could he not come now?

A smile slowly tugged at the corner of my mouth. He had finally shown himself. At that moment, shards from the broken tube in the inner pocket near my chest pierced into my flesh, sending a sharp pain through me. My vision went black, and I passed out completely.