Buried Hearts Ep 1 Novels & Stories

"You know I'm always here for you right? So if you ever want to quit, I'm always here. Just call my name." "I know," she waved at him, allowing tears freely roll down her cheeks. She watched his figure slowly disappear, before she finally slumped to the floor, crying. Elena stood there, frozen, not sure of what to think or do. She felt betrayed. She felt stupid. She felt anger rush through her. She needed an explanation. She wanted to confront June. What was going on? Felicity? Still, watching June cry broke her heart. She stood there listening to her tiny sobs as they filled the silent night.

A dull ache pulsed in my chest, but I had become numb to it long ago. Feeling annoyed at my silence, Adrian's frown deepened as he strode toward me. Just then, Peggy darted forward and snatched the urn from my arms. "What's this box you're carrying? It's exquisite. I could use a new jewelry case!" Horror jolts through me, my eyes widening and my veins tightening as a desperate scream tears out of my throat. "Give it back!" I lunged for the urn. Adrian immediately stepped in front of Peggy and drove his foot into my chest.

Kieran… the pup… he’s getting weaker… Panic and fury explode inside me. I grab Darius by the throat and slam him into a collapsing pillar. But as the dust clears, I see the true horror. The secondary device isn’t in the chamber. It is buried deep beneath the ruins, and it has just begun its final sequence. The entire ground shakes violently—cracks, like a spiderweb, across the floor. A new, darker pulse erupts upward, straight toward Sienna’s location. Her scream tears through the bond like a blade.

As if he could barely believe that I existed. Finally, he tried to speak. "Lyra, I..." His voice cracked. "I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you. When I saw the blood, your dress, I thought..." “You buried me,” I said, matter of fact. He flinched. "We searched for two weeks. We discovered a feral assault. The council said..." “You buried me,” I copied, but harder, this time. “You tried for two weeks and then you quit. Had a funeral. Moved on."

The numbers she kept repeating weren’t just a sign of her fractured mind—they were the time she had spent trapped, buried, fighting for air. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and I had to swallow back the bile rising in my throat. The guilt, the regret, it all hit me at once. I had failed her. We all had. We thought she was dead, but she was buried alive, alone, fighting to survive. I closed my eyes for a moment, the weight of the truth pressing down on me. "But we all saw her die," I whispered, my voice cracking. "We saw her dead when we buried her. We thought she was gone."

The sky had shifted to soft shades of tangerine and rose by the time Zara found herself curled up on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the photo memory replaying in her head. Chief Kareem’s words echoed like a curse: “Some things are better left buried.” But buried what? And who was that little girl clinging to a woman’s dress? Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for her phone. There was only one person she could talk to — the only one who knew about the flash drive, the footage, and the gnawing doubt twisting in her chest.

I pushed the other two through the doors. I wasn't waiting another minute to see my girl. I'd felt her die. Felt my spirit try to follow her down that long tunnel. My heart had stopped beating when I saw Heppni literally rip her heart from her chest and crush it. But here we were. Alive. Healing.

I laughed, and everybody joined too. I placed the heart horizontally in a box, the dagger still attached. I closed it, and it sealed by itself, courtesy of a spell from Jocelyn and Zion. They said the spell couldn't be broken easily, and I believed them. I knelt in front of a grave with Solomon standing by my side. We were deep in the woods and were about to bury the heart in someplace nobody would ever find. We were here alone for safety and security measures. I felt it was best if only two of us knew about the location of Silas' heart.

I’ve done so many embarrassing things tonight and I would gladly starve than to embarrass myself more. Lucas’ POV When I was about to walk inside the orphanage, Katie, the woman I met at the beach hurriedly went inside first. Until now my heart still races because of her standing so close to me. I hid my excitement and blushing face to Sister Maya and went inside the orphanage. “Katie!” I heard a girl yell. I looked at the girl staring at Katie who dash upstairs. Is she mad at me? “Where’s Katie, Victoria?” asked Sister Maya to the girl who is facing the staircase with her hands in her waist.

“Not the kind that fades. The kind that wakes you up at three a.m. and reminds you that you’re a coward.” I think about stories I’ve buried under work and deadlines. About people I’ve chosen not to chase. About my parents, whose faces I can’t even picture clearly anymore. “Yeah,” I say finally. “I’ve got one or two of those.” His gaze is steady, too steady. “I’ve only got one and it won’t stop haunting me.” The band swells into a bridge, the cymbals whispering. I shift in my seat. “Ever trust someone who didn’t deserve it?”