He Ate My Heart Novels & Stories

I try to ignore the thumping of my heart. He walks out of the room, after giving me one last smile. ------- “ God, I didn’t know how hungry I was until I had the first bite,” I announce to my mother. She smiled at me, while she ate her slice of pizza. I hadn’t had anything solid to eat for nearly a day. Heck, I was so hungry that I would gladly eat even a bitter gourd dish. Mind you I hated that vegetable. I was too engrossed in the delicious pizza that was before me.

It would be nice to eat this, but my heart was filled with sorrow and my body was filled with the noodles from Rosalind's Diner. There was no way I could eat this without feeling bad. Let me get this over with. "Eros?" I called in a low voice. I knew he heard me because he was waiting patiently for me to take a bite. I sighed, picking the fork up. Then I picked around the food without really seeing its goodness. The aroma smelled like any other normal food. I knew that what was making me behave in this manner wasn't his food. It was my heart.

My heart pounded loud in my chest as what made me that tired flooded my mind once again "Yes...yes baby I was," I mumbled, trying to cover up how my heart was still pounding. I pulled out a seat near Aiden and sat down, my hand moving to his cheeks. "Now no more talking okay, eat your food," I said softly and they nodded, focusing back on their meal

Sophia chuckles as she shares with him. “Everything is going smoothly, mother-in-law. I only came to say goodbye.” Roberto mumbled. He grabbed a syringe, he pierced it into her right chest. Inflaming the artificial heart. Sophia grabs Roberto's arm, she scratched his skin with her nails as she tries to cry for her help. Her eyes turned red as she opens her mouth, trying to breathe. Roberto made a peal of maniacal laughter as he watched Sophia die slowly. “Now, Bianca would be mine forever. Only mine” Roberto yells.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

*Mentally kisses fingertips* I take another spoon for him, leaving the other Ice Cream in the fridge for future consumption and get back to the living room “What!?” he says, clutching his hand to his chest fending hurt “You know quite well I’m right Ferdi” I say smiling “You wound me Ema. so what if I change my mind now and I say I don’t want to eat again huh” “Ah, you’re just saying because I’ve mentioned it. Stop acting like you don’t feel like eating this delicious delicacy and take this spoon let’s share” I offer the spoon to him while wiggling my brows at him

She e was so lost in her thought that she reached and picked up one of the biscuits on the plate in front of her. Adam returned with the glass of drink and tried to control his anger then when he was feeling better he admitted that he was angrier with himself than he was with Isabella. recently he had begun to wonder if she might be the one woman like his mother who could be trusted but he had to know better and still he had fallen into her trap.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

Setting it on the coffee table, I slid it toward Olivia. "It was never really mine anyway. She does not need to return it." After that, I turned and went upstairs. Today marked the moment I would finally walk away. Aside from my ID, I left everything behind, carrying only myself into the unknown. … When I came back downstairs, Olivia and Ryan were sitting together. "Ryan, the food you made is so good." Ryan was serving food onto her plate. When he heard me, he looked up. The moment he saw me, suspicion filled his eyes. "Olivia is not well. I made this especially for her. Do not be greedy."

“I already ate.” The words dropped from his lips like stones into a bottomless well. His tone was dismissive and final. He wasn't slow and didn’t pause to see how those words hollowed me out. He just brushed past me, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air like the echo of everything I once loved. The ache in my chest burned hotter. His words kept coming to my head: "already eaten," meaning "already chosen elsewhere." I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the table in order to balance my pain. My lips trembled before the words slipped free, too fragile, too desperate.