Buried Hearts Netflix Novels & Stories

Tomorrow was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life. I sat on the edge of the bed. And then I saw the box. It was sitting on the reading table by the window, exactly where I had left it years ago. Old brown cardboard, edges soft with time, the lid slightly crooked. I had never been able to throw it away. Every time I tried, my hands refused. Inside that box was a version of me I had worked very hard to bury. Letters, Photographs. A dried flower that had once been pressed between the pages of a book I no longer owned. Small, stupid things that held the entire weight of a girl who had loved someone so completely she had forgotten how to exist without him.

Cathy Miller deleted her Instagram post not long after. I let out a cold laugh and sent Mike Tyler a message. [Let me know when you're free so we can get a divorce.] He didn't reply. I handled my mom's funeral alone. Three days later, at the crematorium, the staff placed a small urn of ashes into my hands. It was only then that Mike finally called. "What the hell do you mean by this?" he demanded. My voice was calm. "Exactly what it sounds like."

Beta Jackson was still adamant about Abigail's death and I could totally understand him. It's really difficult realizing that someone you had loved so sincerely would deceive you in the most cruel way. Elijah and Caleb have both made me understand what that felt like. "Her body wasn't found because it burned along with the house." I could see tears building in his eyes as he spoke, trying to convince himself that Abigail was truly dead. It was clear that he almost didn't doubt what I said about his mate still being alive but he couldn't bring himself to believe such a thing.

It was something i never expect to see. "Celebration of life, you left us too soon, you shall forever remain in our heart, Max. There was a picture of her attached to the post. My mind went blank, my heart sunk, my hands were shaking. I could not believe what i was reading. It had to be a joke. There was a date and venue attached to the post. The Burial was taking place tomorrow. I had to see for myself if it was true or not. I leaned back against the leather seat, the city lights blurring past the tinted glass. For years, i had buried the past beneath layers of success and sophistication. But now, with one news, the foundations trembled.

"Does it make you happy?" "Does what make me happy?" He asked. It took a minute for the question to hit the right places. "Oh, Lydia and you. It should make me happy but I can tell she doesn't want a second mate. Whatever transpired between you both, it is very clear you still have baggage and something. I don't want anything to do with that." Vitale then turned to the door and clicked it open. "If you are still intent on finding the girl, she is somewhere at the outskirts of Havenbourne. Quite close to the desolate city cemetery. That was where Alaska Nightshade was buried by the way. It won't be easy without a bond though. She is under the protection of a banished Nightshade Beta. Elliot N

"Two thousand dollars! Jason Cole, our family isn't rich. My daughter worked so hard for every bit of money, and you squandered it like this. She never said anything, so why can't you save her?" Just then, the doctor who had returned to the operating room came out again. "The patient's blood pressure is dropping. Her heart rate is dropping. If this drags on, forget the organ, she won't survive!" the doctor said quickly. "Are we removing it or not? Decide now!" Marjorie screamed. "No! Don't remove it! We'll find a way to raise the money! We'll find a way!" She spun around to face me. She seized my arms so hard her nails drew blood.

"Faking your own death is one thing, but you could've at least left your sister's body behind. At least then Jon Cole would've given up." "He's practically gone insane searching for her everywhere. It's honestly pitiful to watch." Candice lounged lazily against the sofa, her expression unreadable. "I was afraid Austin Ryles would be too upset, so I had my sister's body cremated right away. If Jon wants to keep searching, let him." "After what his family did to force me into submission back then, this is the least they deserve. Think of it as payback." Bitterness flashed through her eyes.

I was three months along and had planned to tell Simon during the marking ceremony, but it seemed impossible now. Three nights ago, I died with my pup. The bathroom in that old estate had long been abandoned. Water, electricity—everything was cut off. When I was locked in, the faucet valve broke and started leaking water. At first, I tried to fix it, but the liquid burned my hands and began to rot my skin. That was when I realized that it wasn't normal water. It was mixed with silver nitrate. As an Omega, I didn't have the ability to self-heal. The silver ate through me faster than I could imagine. I pounded on the door, screaming for help.

The assailant, unseen and anonymous, left me battered and broken on the cold earth. I didn't want to die like this—betrayed, battered, and alone. A desperate thought echoed in my mind—I couldn't let this be the end. Not after uncovering the painful truths about my family. Not after learning about the darkness that lurked within the blood that flowed through my veins. The world faded to black, and I embraced the void, hoping against hope that when I woke up, I would find the strength to go through the storm that raged within and around me.

Yelena shook her head. “You’ve been unconscious for almost two months. Jeffrey’s... body had already been sent home by the Morgans. It’s been so long, I can only imagine that they’ve already...” Yelena held her breath. If even an outsider like her couldn’t find the heart to continue, how much worse would it be for Melanie? “Where did the Morgans bury her?” Melanie asked, trying to ignore the pain. “That’s the weird part. I’ve checked, but I couldn’t find where he’s buried...”