Heart Tales Novels & Stories

I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray. "you thought I will get scarred, after what you said don't mess with me. oh, you don't have any idea. About how I'm so scared right now. I tried to release my hand from his grip but that only makes him hold it tighter. he leaned down and whispers in my ear "I know that one day you will be mine. maybe for a week-" that's disgusting "that will be only in your dreams." I screamed in his face without hesitation. "if I want to, you will be the actress starring in my dreams" then I felt his breath on my lips. please don't do it, please don't do i

Mayank please take care of my daughter do not let her hurt herself. "Yes mom she is my life I cannot even think about hurting her," said Mayank Hello, cupcakes, The story is going to be more interesting and mysterious so join the US in" Tales of Heart "Don't let my Heart shattered "and let’s end today's chapter because let it be more mysterious…

Pain shot through her head as her skull hit the wall. “Get your hands off me,” he seethed, glaring at her murderously. His hot breath washed over her face as she shook with fear. Her lips quivered, tears welling up in her eyes. He pushed her face away, slamming the door behind him as he left the room. Her heart pounded as she slowly sank to the floor, her hands clenched the dress at her chest as her body became tense. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, a loud wail coming out of her.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.

“Stop pretending. You just want me to keep you company, don’t you? “The only thing you know how to do is pull cheap tricks, but you only disgust me when you do this!” I cradled my aching temple and watched as he stormed up the staircase callously. Suddenly, I could not recall how he looked when he cried and said that he would protect me forever after I suffered from postpartum hemorrhage. When my artificial heart first sent off its alarm, I was forced to queue up to buy a birthday cake for Ruby. I stood for two hours under the scorching sun, until the monitor on my wrist rang out.

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.”

Lena screamed and ran. She pushed through double doors and entered the surgical ward. Her feet stopped instantly. The room was filled with operating tables. Every table had a body covered with white sheets. Still. Silent. A metal box sat at the center of the room. Written in blood: THE HEART IS INSIDE. Lena shook violently. “Nope.” One body sat up. Then another. Then another. Lena started crying. “This is actually insane.” The sheets slowly slid off their faces. Every corpse had her face.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

"You do have an incision on your chest, but it appears you never received a heart transplant. Also, you have recently been using large doses of cardiac pain medication. Your heart is already overburdened and at the end of its strength. Our recommendation is that for this month, you take only basic medication and go see the people you want to see." I tried to process the doctor's words. In the end, I felt helpless, as if I were drowning. "I was lied to. Tara Wells was hired by Joanna. She has been lying to me. Joanna lied to me. She said the surgery succeeded, but she pushed me onto a dead end. She gave me hope, then let me fall into despair. Why? Why would Joanna do this to me?" The blows ca