Heart Tales Novels & Stories

Rolling her eyes, Megan snapped, "Stop being such an angel, that man left you dry for five years and hasn't turned in yet, what makes you feel he will? Do you even know whether he is alive or dead? What if he is enjoying his life banging every woman he sees? And here you are wasting your life waiting for someone who hasn't even bothered to even give you a missed call over the last five years." Dazing for a couple of seconds, Vanessa took a deep breath, "No matter what Meg, Oliver is my fiance and I love him." "Are you telling me that you love him or convincing yourself?" When Vanessa did not say anything, Megan sighed, "Look honey, I know you don't like giving up on relationships and people

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your aunt… she’s had a heart attack. We’re taking her to the hospital. You need to come right away.” Tasha felt the world tilt beneath her as the words sunk in. A heart attack? It was as if time froze. The thought of her aunt, a woman who had always treated her like a daughter, left her reeling. She had always found comfort in his warmth, a stark contrast to the cruelty she had faced from others in her life. His love had been a lifeline during her darkest moments, especially after the painful wounds inflicted by Daniel. Gathering what little courage she had left, Tasha blinked away tears. “I need to go to the hospital,” she whispered, but the words felt heav

Ralph’s breaths, once steady, became a cacophony of shallow gasps, each inhalation a struggle against an invisible force conspiring to deprive him of the very air he needed. The room seemed to close in, the walls bearing witness to a man grappling not only with the dire news of Sirena’s escape but also with the merciless grip of an impending cardiac storm. He was having a heart attack.

Nina’s grip tightened around my heart, and I felt it falter, the rhythmic beating slowing under her grasp. She twisted her hand, and with a sickening crunch, she tore my heart free from my chest. I gasped, blood bubbling up from my throat, spilling from my lips. I could feel the life draining from me, the warmth seeping away as my heart—my very essence—was ripped away. My body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood and gore. Nina held my heart in her hand, watching it beat weakly, the last vestiges of life fading from its surface.

As the third slice to his abdomen was completed, Jaxsen lost consciousness. “When I woke up, they were sitting a few feet away drinking some more. There were four cuts altogether. This one, and this one, and this one, and this one.” One by one he showed her the four scars. The one on his ribs, the next stretched across his hip bone on the right side. The third and fourth one created an ‘X’ between the breast line and the sternum. “I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.”

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

His heart clenched painfully, he could feel his heart beating again, his breath caught in his throat, as soon as he opened his mouth to say something, blood gushed out of his mouth, he immidiatly cut the call before he started coughing blood again. The pain in his chest was making it harder and harder to breath. His whole body was numb but he could feel his heart beat faintly, when he wanted nothing more than for it to stop but he knows it won't, because he deserve to suffer till his last breath, untill death finally take him in its embrace, because if Onika has taken all the pain without deterring, then he was no one to escape the truth and get away easily. Easy deaths doesn't come to demon

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

It will break me. It’s as if there’s this hole in my chest, and the memory of her, any thoughts of her, makes it ache a pain I’ve never experienced before. It’s like I can’t breathe, and even as Cade murmurs sweet nothings into my ear, nothing seems to penetrate through the haze of self-blame. Still, I cling to him like a lifeline, my tears soaking his shirt as we wait in this limbo of uncertainty. The minutes stretch for hours, each beep of the vital signs monitor more deafening than the last. Nurses come and go, adjusting my IV, checking my vitals, but none bring the news we’re desperately waiting for.