Glassheart Wattpad Mga Nobela at Kwento

Pella whispered. "We are all desperate!" Sofia stood up, her crystalline boots clicking sharply against the obsidian. "But I am not a fountain. The Heartstone is seeding the people I trust because it’s trying to build a defense, not because I'm a miracle-worker. If I start handing out my blood like soup, I’ll be dead in a week, and they’ll be left with nothing but a pile of blue dust."

I looked at the glass of water in her hand then smiled and took it. "Here Lewis," I said then helped him drink. My mind was too fixed on him that I didn't even notice how Lizzy got a glass of water. "Easy," I whispered and rubbed his chest when he coughed slightly. I gave Lizzy back the glass of water when he was done and went upstairs. My head was badly aching, I didn't care that I was shirtless even when Lizzy walked in, all I cared about was his well being, maybe Becky was right. I did have feelings for him.

It wa a already half an hour late, but he could wait. He carefully watched Grace, as she stared lifelessly. She had lost so much weight, her rosy cheeks were now pale and dull, yet she still managed to flutter his heart. Maverick was sos engrossed in looking at her that he didn’t realised someone knocking at the door. The door opened to two persons coming in. He slightly smiled at the new presence.

Something pokes my heart again, making me grit my teeth because of the unbearable pain. A burning sensation starts to engulf my chest and then moves up to my head. My eyes begin to burn along with my heart and my head. Gysla forms the portal and I get up from the floor, not telling everyone what I am going through right now. It’s important that we leave from here before Katrina arrives. We appear outside the wall of Vladania. “ You will have to face the consequences of what you have done, Violet. But, I hope you don’t. I don’t want you to suffer. ” Gysla whispers close to my ear and then disappears in thin air.

Agatha's POV Cold. It crept into my bones the moment my eyes fluttered open. I lay on a blanket of snow, my breath visible in soft, icy clouds. All around me was white—the sky pale with endless snowfall, trees frozen and stooped under the weight of frost, the horizon lost in a sea of shimmering cold. "Is this the afterlife?" I whispered, my voice brittle against the stillness. A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. “I should’ve told him… I love him too,” I said, the words catching on the edge of a sob. Tears welled up, freezing before they touched my cheeks. I pressed a hand to my heart, and it felt like shattered glass beneath my skin.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

"Year Two, Fifteenth Trip. They raised the price. They wanted a live griffin heart. It took me half a month of tracking to find a lone one on the Broken Cliffs. The fight was savage. Three broken ribs, but the heart was still warm. Fabian's warriors won't have to die from infected wounds now." "Year Two, Twenty-third Trip. Gloria's coming-of-age is soon, Fabian is so happy. This trade almost killed me. It was a trap. I had to use a treasured moonstone just to get out alive, and only managed to get two blossoms. I don't know if it will be enough... I hope Fabian never finds out about any of this. He just needs to be a strong, glorious, carefree Alpha." I gripped the log, and my own heart felt

he paused and took a sharp breath. “The doctors took that short time to call Miss Caroline’s guardian as they seemed to have been already expecting such kind of situation. That wretched woman! She stood as Miss’s guardian that time, she then gives out her approval to harvest Miss Caroline’s heart and eyes...” he knitted his teeth feeling overwhelmed by his anger.

With a waft of fresh air from the open door, a grey cloud began dissipating gently. Her eyes widened at the view in front. The trembling tray finally found ground, landing in a loud clamor. A fair-skinned woman laid naked on the floor. Her lifeless eyes stared directly at the maid. Her red lips parted wide as if she is screaming but the maid's ears scrambled to hear nothing.

felt like a telepathic scream—a sudden flash of someone else's first kiss, their last meal, or their deepest fear of the dark. The Ghost-Littered Streets Kael stepped out of the Hearth-Huddle to find the plaza covered in a fine, violet frost. It wasn't cold to the touch; it was vibrant. When his boot crunched into a drift of indigo crystals, a voice whispered in the back of his mind: “Tell my daughter the harvest was plenty.”