Heart Kingdom Hearts Novels & Stories

“I do not know how to stop it.” The words were so quiet only I should have heard them. The bond carried them anyway. My chest tightened. “Then we stop it together.” His eyes opened. Silver. Not fully. But enough. I slid my hand from his face to his chest, pressing against the glow of the Heart. This time, I did not command it. I did not beg. I listened. Beneath the Crown’s hunger, beneath Damien’s magic, beneath the rage, the Heart was beating. Weak.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Seeing him coming, the driver quickly brought the car near the porch and stood at the side. _____ What will Hiya do to get rid of this deal? What you think ? Why Ahil accept his mumma's decision ? Will they both tangled with this deal marriage? To know more read "Heart Savior".

“Leave. Get out. I don’t want to see you.” My heart was breaking harder the more I looked at him. Looking at him brought back the memories of that day when he went to a place no one has ever gone. He took my innocence away from me and now he dared to show his face as if everything was okay? “Jake, please listen to me.” I faintly heard Liam saying but I just couldn’t. “Get out!” I yelled as I covered my ears to stop the voices that no longer sounded like faint whispers but now sounded like rolling waves hitting against the rocks. “Get out, get out.” Tears streamed down my face as I fell on my knees to the floor with my eyes closed.

I added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

Hugo’s POV Before I have fallen in love with Eliana, the only thing I really want was to sit on the throne and rule our pack, and by the means of that, I have to cross all the line and do what I have to—so I could grasp the power in my hand, so I could beat my brother down; so I could make my father proud. But all that reasons seemed not able to make my heart ponder anymore, because as cheesy it may sound, it was only the thought of her that could make my mind be capable to be sane and my heart to beat. So the first thing my eyes landed into her—right in front of me, only had a few inches to make our arms touched, with almost three months I hadn’t be able to go near her—it was as if my tongu