Heart Series Novels & Stories

The cracks in the floor glowed faintly with the same white fire still burning inside my chest. Ash forced himself into a sitting position, clutching the floor to stay upright. His movements were sluggish, but his eyes—those swirling silver-white eyes—held a clarity sharp enough to cut. “Tyla,” he rasped. “Listen carefully.” Arthur stepped forward instantly, tension rattling through him. “She’s not choosing anything until we know what the hell this ‘heart’ does.” Ash didn’t look at him. His gaze remained locked on me. “The heart is the anchor.”

She is a hundred times more scarier than Gorilla herself! I smiled shaking my head and I opened the page 224. Cardiology, great. The thing about cardiology is, a heart is a muscle. It don't have a feeling. It CAN'T be broken. The only job is to pump blood. Not emotions, feelings. I wondered what will world look like if no one would have emotions. Zero feelings. A better world maybe?

Cameras, microphones, notebooks, and ballpens in their hands. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! They are here for me, shit, shit, shit, what should I do?” Heart said, pacing back and forth as she bit her nails because of panic. Heart immediately turn her head towards the bed when she heard her phone ring. She hurriedly grabbed her phone on her bed and look at the caller's ID and she saw that it was an unknown number. Heart gulped and hesitated to answer the call. “W-Who could it be? Is it the paparazzi? Oh my God! How did they get my number?! I-I should not answer this!” Heart stuttered as she declined the call with her trembling hand.

Pelagius turned around and was just about to walk towards the throne when he felt a stinging pain in his chest. Looking at the steel claw holding his heart in front of him, his eyes widen in horror as he tried to scream. Unfortunately, before he could do so, Carissa had pulled out her hand back along with his heart. She turned around to the crowds as Pelagius body fell down towards the floor with a thud. Leroy and her comrades felt bile rising in their throat seeing Carissa lifting the heart in the air and drinking the blood dripping from it. After the heart was drained, Carissa gripped it in her hands and the crowds watched as blood spurted out everywhere.

I believe you already have the answer in your hearts. [Moreover, Hailey also used the Aesthete's resources to act recklessly in our country's public medical cause. Mr. Edward has been waiting for organ donation, and his application was submitted from the time of hospitalization. Let's check the serial number, and it is obvious that many patients in front of him are still anxiously waiting for their lives to be saved. And what about Mr. Edward? God is above. Everyone knows that he successfully replaced his heart! Where did the heart come from?

I convinced him as I reached a shaking hand for the cheese bread. Tyler just nervously laughed. “Hearteaters are able to walk and roam the earth while gaining their abilities as Werewolves and Shapeshifters as long as they consume hearts of mortals and werewolves to survive and thrive. Their true forms are wolf-like entities that stand like a man but with ram horns and bat-like hands and arms.”

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.

My heart was beating so fast, I was afraid it would tear a hole through my chest. I looked up at him, my hand coming up to his face to touch him and see if he was real or if we had both died and gone to heaven. When my hand connected to his skin, I hugged him, my Jared, my hero who had narrowly risked his own life to save mine. I didn't even realize I was crying until I saw the tear stains on his shirt. “It's okay. It's okay. I've got you," Jared whispered into my hair, comforting me. In all my nineteen years of life, I had never felt safer than in this moment.

He had always been proud and cold, always the one standing above everyone, giving orders. But now, he was crying like a child who'd been kicked out of his own home. If this were the past, my heart would have immediately softened. I would have rushed to hold him. But now, I felt like I was watching the end of a pathetic play. Once the curtain falls, it's over. My heart was calm, untouched. People are like that. When you hold something in your hand, you toss it around carelessly. Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up.

CARINA I don't understand what is happening anymore. I am looking for Drake and now Harry's calling me acting creepy. "Harry what is this? Why are you always calling me with an unknown number? What do you want?." I asked harshly. Everytime he calls with an unknown number, something bad always happens. I don't trust Harry. Not anymore. Ever since he confessed his feelings to me, he has drifted away and I don't know him anymore. He chuckled, "You should probably calm down Carina. I know you're looking for Drake and your daughter right now."