Empty Heart Novels & Stories

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

It was like a poker game. Once I took the seat, dad broke the silence, "speak up, young man. What brings you to our home, and.." Before dad finished speaking, mom rubbed dad's arm that he'd laid on her shoulder. That way, dad posed, and mom nodded to Anthony. As soon as words left Anthony's lips, my heart skipped a beat, not once but nearly thrice. I could no longer feel my heartbeat. I became emotionless and motionless like a statue. Darkness grew in the room. My body became colder and colder. I could see Anthony's lips moving but couldn't get his words. Suddenly, darkness engulfed my eyes and world.

Bells squeezes his face at my noisiness but I don’t care, I just got a raise. Was it me or my soul? I don’t know but one of us actually hugged Doctor Bell out of excitement. His cold glare was enough to send me back to my seat though. This man is definitely emotionless. “I’m not done yet. There’s a clause.” He says Oh God, what clause now?

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Emptiness swirled around my heart. And everything went blank.

I say at a low tone to her as I watch her looking at me with horror. " No..." She whispers. " I didn't realise it was a knife... I.. I... " That's stream down her cheeks as her body shakes slightly. She can't find how to put it into words. I know the feeling. The feeling of emptiness. Totally. No emotions, no words, no thoughts being totally empty. And that's when I see it. The emptiness taking over her eyes slowly... Just like it did mine years ago.. It eats ip your soul slowly until there's nothing left.

Where did anything go wrong? My heart burned and It wasn't quenching. For what felt like years, I rolled on the floor, clutching my face that I was sure it was bleeding. And then finally, the pain subsided, leaving my shivering at the hollow emptiness that was now my heart. I was empty, the part of me I filled with the beat of his heart, was now empty and the other part of me, lost and afraid.. desperate and broken. I was suddenly lifted up by someone and I was forced to look up at Edwin that was sneering down at me.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

Maverick slowly followed Zero’s gaze. Grace laid there. In pool of her own blood. Naked and lifeless. Losing the control and obeying to his inner chaos, Mavwrick felt ground slipping beneath his feet. He had never been in love, it was always business and nothing more. He had done fair share of his deeds and sins in this lifetimes. He wasn’t a saint but he cared deeply for that.

* * * Eve’s POV * * * * * * The Final Decision * * * My heart shatters, my soul is crumbling, and I feel empty while floating in the abyss. There’s a hole in my chest, and I want to die. I want to end my existence so that I can reunite with him again. It was never meant to be him; the Moon Goddess said we would have lots of babies. She lied. The biochemical impact and bodily stress of heartache is an actual injury that one never truly recovers from. I will never recover from this injury and loss.