Glassheart Wattpad Novels & Stories

One lock undone. The mechanical voice faltered, suddenly uneasy: > 【W-would the remaining honored residents be willing to offer your “Heart of Happiness” to help your family open the Gate?】 So that was it. The keys weren’t metal at all, they were hearts. And not just any hearts. They had to be happy ones. Finn and Susie turned desperately toward their spectral companions. But the three ghosts only shook their heads. “I’m sorry,” one murmured. “Our hearts aren’t red. They’re not hearts of happiness.”

Gray Wolf's heart drumming against his palm. He thought, maybe he had not saved Gray Wolf. Maybe Gray Wolf had found him. In this place where no one spoke, he finally had a living thing whose heartbeat he could listen to. Not a tree. Not the wind. Not his own echo. A wolf. Three-legged, wound still healing, fur not yet grown in. But its heartbeat was more real than anything. Beating against his palm. Beat. Beat. --- 【The Thistle in the Laundry】 He went to the laundry to deliver pine resin.

I nodded slowly. "Mine and yours." The Hollow turned toward us. Its pale eyes seemed to glow. Then it raised one hand. A wall ahead began to move. Stone slid away. Behind it was a massive chamber. At the center stood a circular pool filled with silver water. Above the pool floated a crystal. It pulsed like a heartbeat. I stopped breathing. "What is that?" Gabriel whispered: "The Heart of the Moon." We entered the chamber. The moment I stepped across the threshold, the silver water began to move.

I knew it like I knew my own heartbeat. Alexander’s voice was raw. “Where is she?” I couldn’t answer. The red veins pulsed behind my eyes. I saw her, felt her: walking the riverbed, barefoot, the Heartstone glowing in her chest like a second heart. She wasn’t drowning. She was becoming. Mamá’s grip tightened on my arm. “Mijo, talk to me.” “It’s in her,” I rasped. “The seed. It’s using her.” Lila’s chopper roared overhead, searchlight cutting through the dark. The beam swept the water, found us, held. A rope dropped. We climbed, soaked and shaking, into the belly of the bird.

Giselle wrapped the pink muffler around her neck as she angrily put a glance on her reflection in the mirror. "I can believe this. I will never trust that man ever again " She turned and found Bella entering her room. "L o o k... w h a t... I... f o u n d. I t.. i s... t h e... h e a r t.. f l o w e r." She showed her the page of the book where a blue colored flower was drawn. It seemed like glowing.

said Kai while smirking. *********** She was sitting in the Garden, it was a huge garden in the pack. This was the place she liked most in the pack house, especially the Roses. Grace walked slowly towards the flowers, she was holding a picture and there were tears in her eyes. Hazel was looking at her from the corner of her eyes. “Clair, what happened? Why are you so restless?” she asked, her wolf could sense emotions. “Her wolf, it’s so sad Hazel, I never felt this sadness before,” said her inner wolf.

Sophia POV The ride to Hayes Global felt longer than it ever had, even though I barely remembered how I reached here. My eyes were burning from crying through the night. Nick was still at the hospital waiting for mom to get conscious while I was here in the office, walking through Edward Hayes cabin I could feel my palms getting sweaty and cold, and my heart was hammering against my ribs loudly All the way coming here, I kept wondering— What condition could a man like Edward Hayes possibly place on me?

Gwen POV: I collapsed onto the floor of the infirmary, my breath hitching in my throat. As a fever raged and burned through me, I mustered the last of my strength to crawl toward the glass cabinet, desperate for any medication that could keep me alive through the night. The jagged gash on my palm, caked with mud, began to thrum with a numbing, rhythmic ache. The wretched, stagnant water from the depths of the lake felt as though it were seeping into my very veins.

Her face was nothing but tight, translucent skin stretched over bone, and her eyes shimmered like the northern lights. “Where am I?” I asked, trying to straighten despite the weight of the chains. “Where your story ends, and ours begins,” she said as she stepped closer and ran an ice cold finger along my face, exactly over my scar. “Silas Blackthorn thought he could cheat us. He believed that giving us a broken human woman he had crushed by the roadside would be enough. But he did not know what I felt even then.” “What are you talking about?” My stomach clenched.

Nothing sobers you up like the sort of girlfriend catching you sucking another girl’s breasts. “How could you?” Natasha breaks first, looking from me and then to Sophie accusingly, like this is a double betrayal and the words stab me in the gut. Ashamed that I could do this to anyone, let alone her. My brain finally re-engaging. She throws my phone and wallet loudly on the floor out of the elevator between us, across the space in a weirdly symbolic way; it crashes and slides ungracefully across the marble, killing the heavy silence, tears blinding her as I hesitate.