Buried Hearts Ep 1 Novels & Stories

“He wasn’t leaving it behind. He was hiding from it.” She stood up abruptly and turned her back to me, her arms wrapped around herself. “All of it,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “Our entire life. Our love. Our family. It was all built on a burial ground. And he was the one who buried the bodies.” Her shoulders began to shake. Silent, wrenching tremors. This wasn’t the loud, furious grief from last night. This was something deeper, a soul-deep disillusionment that left no room for sound.

I nodded while fidgeting with my fingers. Alexander walked out of the car and the driver drove out of sight. Soon, the car stopped in the mansion and I walked into the house absentmindedly. Drey Lauren. Why won't I forget that name? Anna Lauren. Who is she? I sighed deeply wanting to head upstairs when my face turned to the television. The burial of Anna Lauren was being displayed. People in black stood there with umbrellas above their heads and that's when I realized it had started raining. A thunder rumble came from the sky and a sharp pain hit my head, making me fall to the ground.

Her fingernails were blackened at the tips, as if she’d reached into a furnace. "You reclaimed what was yours," Elias said, stumbling toward the remains of the banister. He looked up at her, and for the first time, he looked vulnerable. "But the earth... it never gives for free. You are bleeding out from the inside, and so am I." The Reaction: The Scent of Old Smoke In the bunker, Julian Vane didn't scream. He didn't throw his glass. He watched the static on the monitors—the moment the feed cut out as the ley line erupted—and he simply smiled.

🥀 MELONIE'S POV 🥀 I stood frozen, my ears ringing with the crazy words I heard but was trying to unhear. The room around me seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the sound of my own heartbeat, pounding in my chest like a drum. The words themselves seemed to echo through my mind, a cruel and heartless refrain that I couldn't shake. "I buried him." "He's better off dead." "That's what's best for all of us."

Thalia said, the pain from my split head was nothing compared to the one these two had inflicted on my heart, they were both the two people I trusted the most in this world, and now, they're the two people that was ending my existence. “let's get it over with,” I hear Thalia say as she picks up her shovel, and Lucien does the same. within a matter of seconds, I could feel sand being poured on my body; I was being buried, ALIVE! As they covered up my whole body and began to pour the sand over my face, a tear slid out of my eye, everywhere was getting dark, and before I knew it, there was no ray of moonlight again, I was completely beneath the ground, buried some feet down, and I could feel my

Reacts when she winces at the machine’s pitch. My wolf goes still. It’s not gone. It’s not hidden. “Harley,” Gavin says quietly beside me. “She’s–” “Still there,” I breathe. He turns sharply. “What?” “She’s still there,” I repeat, hoarse. “They didn’t erase her. They buried her.” I don’t know how I know. I just do. Because bonds like this don’t die clean. They scar. They echo. They fight. And ours is fighting.

Soon, he passed out and was dragged out by the firefighters. The wedding hall quickly burned to the ground, and only one charred body was found. At the same time, I escaped through the secret tunnel that was arranged ahead of time. Then, I boarded a flight to Hasson. Only a dead true love hurts more than a lost first love. The guilt from those memories would be enough to keep a man loyal for eternity. This was what Nathan owed the woman I used to be, and I wanted him to live with that guilt forever! … When Nathan woke up in the hospital, my fake ashes were already being prepared for burial.

He’d gone missing the day before, and now here he was half-buried in river mud, mouth open in a scream he never got to finish. His eyes were gone. No blood, no claw marks. Just... gone. But his chest had been torn open with surgical precision and his heart was missing. Not torn but taken. I staggered back, bile rising. I had seen war and death. But this was desecration and a message. --- I ran. Not away, I ran back to Eva. --- She was already awake when I burst into the den. Sitting by the fire, a shawl over her shoulders, her hands wrapped around a mug that had long gone cold.

Chapter 14: Hope and Love Annie found herself at the graveyard. The rain was pouring onto her head. She realized since her confrontation with first Grace Jones then Jenny Casey, she has made two powerful enemies. It doesn’t matter; she refuses to back down. Her eyes landed on the gravestone where her husband’s name was engraved. A deep frown marred her expression. The big question now, who did she bury? Why did the doctor lie to her? This is questions that needs answers. She needs help but her best friend was heartbroken.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.