Chained Heart Novels & Stories

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I have pica. I have had a compulsion to eat hair for as long as I can remember. Whenever I feel strands of hair tugging inside my stomach, I feel strangely calm. I look at my thin wrists and the sharp outline of my ribs, and I feel proud. Sometimes Mom cries and asks why I became like this. Seeing her hurt because of me fills me with satisfaction. Dad runs himself ragged trying to get me appointments with specialists, his hair turning completely gray from the strain. And somehow, that makes me feel happy too. My therapist asks whether there is some knot inside me I can't untie. I shake my head and say that my parents have always favored and spoiled me. How could there be a knot? It

A faint golden glow emerged from beneath it. The Queen whispered: “Then where is it?” The answer came from beneath us. Where it has always been. The floor exploded. Kael pulled me against him. A massive golden chamber rose from beneath the prison. At its center floated a heart. Not human. Not entirely. It was made of silver light and golden fire. Chains wrapped around it. Thousands of them. And every chain led directly to Kael. He stared at it. “What…” His voice broke. The heart beat once.

221 Hunter sat in his bed by the support of the headboard, his legs stretched, right one crossed over the left. His hands remained firmly folded across his chest as stared up at the ceiling in the darkness with a face devoid of emotions and his heart bleeding in pain. When he had boarded his private jet to come to RavenMoore the other day, he invented a weird psychological thing where he assumed his heart was Hundred percent charged and strong. Since this journey he had embarked on to win Claire back wasn't going to be easy- given his long list of sins- he needed to be strong. He needed a strong heart to face the repercussions as well. Hence, Hunter strengthened his heart.

"Our relationship was not that easy as well. Heartly has a Chronic Heart Disease that could attack anytime. Her life is always at risk and she needed assistance every time and wherever she is in case she would have a heart attack. I witnessed how she suffered in several heart attacks before and I almost lost her for how many times, that's why I am working hard to pursue my study as a medical student and to work hard for her." I stared at him as she stared at Heartly who was still laughing with Zhanaia and Caroline at their table. I heard Caroline mention my name so I looked at them as well with my brows creased. Zhanaia glanced at us and smiled when she saw us looking at them. I just sighed

“Then we move now.” They sprinted down the hall, past junctions that flickered with warning lights and doors that shuddered from pressure breaches. The sound of distant drilling vibrated through the walls like an approaching storm. As they ran, Adrian’s mind churned. A fragment. A resonance. A connection to the Heart he never knew existed. And the infiltrator’s dying words echoed relentlessly: You carry the fragment. The unstable shard. The echo that will shatter it. Why would stabilizing the Heart require a sacrifice?

"By the way, his mother gave me this," I say, pulling out the chain the woman gave me before she died. It's a chain with a gold ring, and next to it is a beautiful heart-shaped locket adorned with small diamonds forming a "K." I hand him the chain, he takes it, and I can see a hint of pain in his eyes. Then he pulls my arm again, and I'm starting to get annoyed; I don't like it when he does that.

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

She tried to formulate a thought, trying to ask the System if the war was truly over, but she lacked the cognitive energy to construct the digital query. The System did not require a prompt. It understood the biological parameters of its host flawlessly. [The Blood Covenant has been fulfilled.] [Initiating Cardiac Restoration Protocol.] [Releasing throttle on primary organic functions.] The transition was violent and absolutely instantaneous. The invisible, freezing chains wrapped tightly around Chloe cardiac muscles violently snapped. Her heart, which had been agonizingly restricted for the past ten minutes, suddenly flooded with a massive, unrestrained surge of bioelectric current. On the

A lineage of crossings and returns, of loves that had reached across the boundary, of hands that had refused to let go, of voices that had spoken names into the dark and had demanded, not asked, that the dark answer. The Chain was not hers. It had never been hers. It was a collective inheritance, a cumulative wager, a treasury of refused surrenders. Every soul who had ever crossed the valley and returned had added a link. Every soul who had loved someone back from the mouth of extinction had deposited a cowrie in this vault. Every whispered *stay*, every held hand in a hospital room, every prayer that had no god but had will, every refusal to accept the finality of a closed door—these had be