Heart's Edge Novels & Stories

I lost the will to move my body. Everything blurred around us, and the only thing I could feel was his hands on me, his lips on mine. My heart was beating loudly, and I could tell he heard it too. Didn't I hate him? Why, then, was I feeling this way? Why was he having such an effect on me with his body merely pressing against mine? "Uhm, excuse me?" A voice snapped me back to reality, and as if realizing who it was I was on, I scrambled to my feet immediately.

I knew who it was, and I was right, There he stood, anger evident in his face. I just wanted to have fun for s bit. I just wanted to go out and come back without him being aware, but that is too late now I guess. I could feel the loud beating of my heart, I could feel my legs shake from fear, and my sweat drop despite the coldness of the room. As I fidgeted, so did Sophie …he found us. What will be the repercussions?

Long time no see," I didn't want to sound too emotional, because even though the feelings were intact, it was already a decision made and that wasn't going to change. -I just came to tell you that our relationship ends today. I don't want you to ask me why. If I tell you, you won't agree, it's already a decision made. I hope you will be happy and move on with your life without me," I realized that as I was saying this, he got up from his bed and walked towards me with slow but firm steps. I must admit that I was starting to stutter from nerves, shall we say. When he was very close to me, he looked me straight in the eyes, grabbed my face with both of his hands and said:

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

"My heart." He took my hand, the one he was holding, and pressed it firmly against his chest. I felt the thick cotton of his hoodie, and beneath it, the hard, steady rhythm of his heart. It was fast—frenetic, even. It matched the erratic thumping of my own.

Stella was rushing toward me, a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, confusion and panic etched all over her face. “What happened?” she asked, eyes darting between me and the chaos inside. “He’s…he’s having another heart attack,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me, grounding me just enough to stop the shaking. I leaned into her, needing that hug more than I realized Minutes felt like hours. I could barely keep my cool, watching how hard the nurses and doctors were trying to keep him alive. Finally, the beeping slowed, Nate's heartbeat returned to normal. The flurry of movement also calmed down. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​

“Do the Blood Moon pack have something to do with these rumours of yours?” “I–“ he cut himself off. His chest stirred, in the very place he had thought would never ache or lust or love ever again. Something snapped into place beside his heart: an echo of his own heartbeat, thumping out a secondary rhythm alongside his own. It settled, warm and soft as summer rain down his breastbone.