Heart Tales Novels & Stories

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

I stuck the knife into her chest and cut hard until I removed her heart, which had stopped beating. I hold it in my hands and walk towards Emilio, who cries like a kid and doesn't dare look at his mother's dead body. My men extend their hands, and I place the heart in them, making Emilio cry harder and try to move away. But my men don't let him go. "I lied to you," I say, "the one who would leave here in a bag would be your mother." Emilio sobs again. "Now, what will I do with you?"

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

"I held him while his heart stopped. Watched the light leave his eyes. Couldn't do anything. And I swore I'd never be that weak. That vulnerable. That helpless." "You're not helpless." "I have a genetic heart condition that's going to kill me in ten years. I'm exactly as helpless as my father was." "Your father didn't have Dr. Reeves. Didn't have modern medication. Didn't have—" "Didn't have hope?" Tyler's laugh is bitter. "Neither do I. The medications buy time. They don't cure anything. Eventually, my heart will give out. Just like his did." "You don't know that." "Yes, I do. The medical scans prove it. Same thickening pattern. Same progression rate. Same ending." Tyler pulls away from me.

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

Ishaan peered at the screen but apart from black and grey screen, he couldn't make out much. "Alright there is your baby, actually there are 2 of them." Aarya turned to look at the 2 dots. "Congrats you are having twins." The doctor proclaimed. "Any chance of them being more than two?" Ishaan asked while Aarya glared at him. "You want triplets or what?" The doctor laughed. "No they are just 2 and you can listen to their heartbeats." Aarya felt her eyes brimming with tears as the tiny heartbeats resonated in the room. Their baby was back along with a sibling.

I fo‍llowed h‍i‍m, and that was⁠ when I noticed something that made my heart st​op. My diary. ⁠On the c‌ouc‍h. Open. ‌ And Con⁠rad was s​tanding right in front of‍ it, r​eadi​ng. His f⁠ace was unreco‍gnizable. Compl‌ete‍ly still. M​y heartbeat sounded like r‍umbling storms inside m⁠y ears. Ev⁠eryth⁠ing I‌ wrote.‍ E‍veryth​ing I hid.

I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!" James' face dropped, and he promptly looked away, afraid to look me in the eye as he stuttered, "W-What are you talking about?! The mortuary report is clear—he died from blood loss! Stop this nonsense, or Stan won't rest in peace!" "Blood loss? Really?" I asked quietly. "The doctor said it himself!" Sue cried urgently without herself noticing. "What, are you saying he's lying?! Quit being hysterical and give me Nathan back!" I ignored her, however, my gaze was miserable as I looked straight i

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

‘Perhaps I should just leave him and live out the rest of my life alone. Her voice cracked slightly, as though her resolve was crumbling. As tears brimmed in her eyes, she fought the urge to cry out, ‘I’ve lost everything! Why should he care? What does he see in me? A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her chest, as if a dagger had pierced it. She gasped sharply as she doubled over in agony, clutching her injured heart. It felt as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly, rendering her unable to breathe or move. Pain shot through her entire torso, threatening to rip her apart. The sensation took her breath away as fear gripped her heart with paralyzing ferocity.