Double Hearts Novels & Stories

“Evelyn, don't!” She pulled. The first heart emerged. Then the second. Then the third. Thousands of glowing hearts streamed from her body. Eli screamed. “Mommy!” Evelyn continued. The hearts did not break. They returned to her. Not as separate pieces. As memories. As choices. As lives. As mistakes. As love. The giant heart trembled. The woman inside it stepped backward. “No.” Evelyn pulled harder. “You said I was divided.” The hearts fused together.

Ethan dawdles ahead of him, basking in his what now has transformed into vanity, "The feature is still under development, it's a heartbeats calculator. According to resources, if a person's heartbeat is 83BMP or more than that, they may have fallen in love, is falling in love, or at least are starting to have intimate feelings…" In impression, a good one, the brunette's lips bow, "Woah!" "If the heartbeats are calculated correctly, the door will be locked itself, meaning…" "...the beginning of a blooming love story." The prison gate locks from outside.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

Ash had made an effort to dose it down from the alien horror movie it was to the miracle of life it was supposed to be. I got to the final charm and felt like I was going to chock on a sob. My fingers shook as I raised it to my lips. It was two hearts with running stitches joining them and four diamonds; each stitch for each person in our new family. I wiped a tear away. The memory of him holding out our charm was still very vivid in my mind like it happened only a few minutes ago. We share a heart, because mine would never beat, if yours didn’t exist.

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

He looked at me once, steady and unreadable. “You coming?” My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Fear clawed at me, but under it, something stirred. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope. I stepped forward. And I chose.

Part 1: Jace Herondale The heart is a strange and amazing muscle and we all can't live or love without it, but most people don't think about it often. We don't think about the steady, faithful organ that beat one hundred thousand times a day. Most people have no idea that a woman’s heartbeat is faster than a man’s by about eight beats per minute, or that its four chambers pumps blood to every cell in the body except for the corneas.

Heart’s body trembled as if she recalled something. Spade’s eyes narrowed as he watched her. “Oh? It seems that you recalled something?” he muttered and smiled. “Heart, oh Heart… we are not gods, nor even kings and queens like in the humans’ playing cards…” he spoke as he slowly walked toward her. “But yes, we are also being played… we are treated like cards on the table, which symbolizes the world.” He told her. The color on Heart’s face slowly disappeared as she touched her head when it hurt.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.