Flurry Heart's Story Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, he was born with a heart problem that wouldn't let him reach his full potential. He always called me a miracle, saying if I hadn't been born, both he and my father would have lived in misery. "Oh my." Flora laughed, her voice elegant as she approached. "Just like the old days, huh?" She placed a tray of water on the table before settling into her seat. "I hope you don't mind me watching?" "When did you start asking permission to watch me whoop your husband's ass?" "Dane!" She tilted her head, hiding her laughter behind her palm.

Flora sighed. She looked at the familiar surroundings of the hospital room with contentment. Flora longed to live a normal life, especially after what happened with Brown Corporation. She had been suppressing her emotions for so long that her heart longed to get out of there. Flora was the founder of Brown Corporation. The company was a symbol of her strength, a manifestation of her persistence and determination. However, she had to watch the company she worked so hard to build crumble at the hands of Clint.

I swallowed hard “When we arrived, we found the body at the bottom of a ravine, impaled almost straight through the chest by a tree. It seems that while he was escaping, he slipped… or miscalculated. He fell. The injury struck his heart directly so he died instantly. He didn’t have time to regenerate the damage. His heart was pierced before his ability could activate and Flora already confessed everything to us, yet we still didn’t believe her. That is why she deserves to be sentenced to death.” Dax crossed his arms. “She’s been begging for her life for a while now." A faint breath escaped me. The tightness in my chest loosened just a little. From the way they were speaking, it seemed they h

Her whole body was leaning toward me like a flower turning toward the sun. I stepped back immediately. I maintained a distance between us. My tone stayed polite but cold as ice. "That's not necessary," I said. Flora didn't seem to notice or care about my distance. She kept talking, her voice becoming more emotional. "I've been feeling terrible," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm terrified. I'm so terrified that my unborn child might inherit its father's heart condition. It's a genetic issue. It killed Jared. I'm scared my baby may inherit that too and.." She said as she broke into tears. I pat her shoulder as I hand her some tissue to wipe her tears.

"Your marriage, did you just say your marriage, I knew you never loved me anyways suit yourself, I knew you were not genuine about loving me, I and my son will be traveling out of the country, our flight tickets are also ready, we will be leaving this morning" "What!!!! Are you about to run with my money"? "You never worked for this money, you stole it, the scammer just got scammed. For your information, Brian is not your child, I only used you to establish myself. Thank you for making me rich haaaaahaaaaaaaaa" she laughed. "Nay I am coming for you if I get you I am going to kill you". "Keep quiet, we are heading to the airport already, you can not get me enjoy your wedding".

In that haze, it felt as if I had fallen back into my last life. Every year on my sister's death anniversary, he had taken my rations to trade for her favorite flowers. I would faint from hunger, then retaliate by scattering three days' worth of his food. But whenever he was close to death, I would throw him a single mouthful just to keep him alive. Five years of torment—neither of us giving in, neither of us dying. My breathing grew faint, darkness closing in around me… "Zoe Quinn." A cold, deep voice broke through.

Mateo found a memo. Flipping it open, he realized—it was all about Yara. [1. Yara has a sensitive stomach—no spicy food. Learn 365 recipes to keep her warm and comfortable.] [2. Yara's scared of thunderstorms but never carries an umbrella. Be there before the rain starts.] [3. Yara loves cherries. Plant an entire backyard of cherry trees for her.] [4. Yara is lonely. No matter what, always be there when she looks back.]

But Jeffrey was oblivious to the shift in fortunes. His opportunity to play the hero had vanished. Cameron Walker, a childhood friend with whom I grew up, had stepped in to save my company. Quiet, reserved, and usually a man of few words, Cameron had always had a knack for caring for others. On the day we graduated from university, he revealed his long-held feelings for me. He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place.