Heart Kingdom Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

I say softly “The big slow heartbeat under everything,” he says, his eyes still fixed on the mountain. “It’s beating… but it’s lonely. It misses us.” A shiver moves through my body, though the air stays still. Him too, it touches - same feeling, just deeper than sight. Not imagined, more like knowing without words. Kieran approaches. “The path to the Heart is not for the faint of foot. It is a full day’s climb to the sacred cleft.”

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

KIVA I stared up at him, unable to look away. "The only reason I didn't completely lose my goddamn mind when everything started falling apart…" He tapped his chest once, right over his heart. "Was you." Another tap. "This." His voice broke on the last word. "This thing only beats for you." I placed my hand over his where it rested against his chest. "Only you." He pressed my hand harder against him. "You give it life." I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, strong and fast and unmistakably alive. My eyes filled completely, spilling over.

It wasn't black. It was completely transparent. Auren stared at it. “I can see through it.” Original Auren stepped closer. “Because it was never yours.” Auren looked at him. “What?” Original Auren pointed toward the Heart. “That Heart belongs to all three of us.” The child appeared beside it. “And none of us.” Auren's eyes narrowed. “Then whose is it?” The child smiled. “Choice.” The Heart suddenly cracked. A single sound echoed through existence. CRACK.

She had become obsessed with him. And that posed a tremendous danger to her fragile heart. She had once read one definition of love that described it as giving someone the power to hurt you, while trusting that they wouldn't use it. Now she knew how true that was. She had given him immense power over her—power she knew could be turned against her. Yet the tiny muscle on the left side of her chest knew he would never betray her. He would never hurt her. He had already proven it. He was always there to protect her.