Grinch Heart Growing Novels & Stories

' If he doesn't want to, tie him up himself. Ethan Wharton shook his head and explained around Kristen Oliver's waist. 'It is rumored in the medical field and on the black market that there is a demon heart, which is a human heart cultivated with high technology. It can be repaired by itself according to the patient's physique, and there is no need for external maintenance in the later stage. If I can find it, maybe I won't have to change my heart. ' The expression on Kristen Oliver's face went from disbelief to ecstasy. 'Really?'

To have, from the very beginning, what both of them had spent so long finding their way toward. She rested her head against his chest. His heartbeat, steady underneath her ear. And in her memory, that small, fast, certain rhythm from the doctor's office. Thump,thump,thump. Their baby, already going about the business of becoming. Two hearts she loved past her own ability to measure. And one small heart, growing stronger every day, that she hadn't known was possible until it was already here. Hope had always been abstract for her,a direction rather than a thing, something to move toward rather than something to hold.

“Yo, don’t try to downplay it. You became the president of Ellington Innovations New York, that’s a really big deal.” “Well, I wasn’t trying to downplay it alright. I was only saying I know you would have been at the ceremony if you could.” Grace nodded and let out another sigh. “Yeah, I would have.” “So,” Wren nudged Grace’s shoulder with her own. “How’s Tethered Hearts going?” Enthusiasm broke through the exhaustion on Grace’s face. “Well, it’s been both incredible and hectic at the same time.” “Aww, I can imagine,” Wren purred.

"We're going to find a way to fix this. I don't care if I have to crawl back into the Under-Whisper and tear the Heart out myself. I’m not losing you to this." As they turned to leave the pass, a low, metallic chime echoed through the air—the same sound the Heir had made. But it wasn't coming from the mountain. It was coming from Rhea’s own chest. She gasped, her hand flying to her heart, and as Ash watched in horror, a single, black leaf began to grow from the skin of her collarbone. "The tree didn't just grow a leaf for Ash," a voice whispered from the shadows of her mind, "it planted a seed in the only soil that was left."

Years passed like river currents soft in some seasons, torrential in others. The storm that once tore through our lives had given way to calm skies and green fields. But within the quiet, a new storm was brewing not of chaos, but of change. Rowan was ten now. Tall for his age, fierce in spirit, with Kael’s eyes and my untamed fire. He never walked when he could run. Never whispered when he could shout. He was all instinct, all heart, and still, when night came, he curled beside me like the same tiny pup he had once been just a boy who wanted his mother near.

Her eyes moved, trying to calculate the distance to the door, but it was useless. She took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. "It’s happening again." "What is it?" "That." She pointed at me. "You’re changing." I looked at his hands. The veins jumped under his skin. The nails, dark again, grew too fast. The heart was beating hard; each beat seemed to push the air out of the body. "Shit." I took a step back, but the movement didn’t work. The body had already decided. The heat exploded in the back, as if something was ripping from the inside out. The breath turned into a growl.

"Jolene, does it still hurt? Mona said she needed reassurance to feel secure, so we had no choice but to go along. We were so worried when she ran off in a fit of anger during a snowstorm, so we had to ask you to make this sacrifice. "Don't worry. Once she marries into the Woodrow family, you'll still be the younger sister I love the most!" I laughed bitterly and turned off my phone. The group photo of the three of us on the lock screen hurt my eyes again. In the picture, I was smiling brightly while Douglas ruffled my hair and Marcel stood nearby holding cotton candy. Back then, I truly believed that I would always be that happy. But now, it all seemed like a cruel joke. "Ms. Greer, your in

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

But as she reached for the door handle, her enthusiasm came to an abrupt halt. A sudden realization hit her; she had nothing with her, no cash, no card, no way to pay. Her hand lingered on the door as disappointment washed over her, her hunger momentarily forgotten in the face of her financial predicament. Her hand slipped off the door handle as she reluctantly stepped back, her eyes dropping to the ground. She rubbed her stomach absently, her footsteps heavy with disappointment as she walked away. Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, her movements slow and labored. As she trudged along, her weakened state caused her to stumble, and she collided with an elderly man, almost losing her balan

The thought gnawed at him, making sleep an elusive prospect. The necklace Sophia had worn that evening was an amulet his mother had once owned, a family heirloom imbued with sentimental value. He had given it to the first and only girlfriend he had ever dated, Bridget, during their brief but intense relationship. His father had arranged the relationship, a strategic move in the world of high-stakes business alliances. Despite the initial arrangement, Alexander had grown genuinely fond of Bridget and gifted her the necklace on her birthday.