Heartis Venice Novels & Stories

“Holds what?” He didn’t answer directly. Instead, he tapped the side of the table. The screen flickered. Then changed. This time it wasn’t old footage. It was live. Keisha’s breath caught. The map zoomed in slightly, focusing tighter, narrowing down movement across Southeast DC. And there it was. A single point pushing into the edge of the grid. She didn’t need a label. She knew. “Malik…” she said under her breath. The man watched her closely.

"The item is a small metallic piece, stylized as a heart. It's connected to the Bianchi's family's original settlement in Verona. I need its exact location and a way to breach the area without alerting the authorities." ​Baldassare didn't touch the money, he looked at the briefcase, then at Luca, his expression unreadable. "I know the object you speak of, Luca Morano. It is known locally as Il Cuore Profano—The Profane Heart. It's not in the city... It was moved centuries ago, following a devastating fire. It is currently interred in a private collection owned by the di Marco family. It is locked in the family crypt, directly beneath the only original structure they still possess."

But he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, whispering so only I could hear, "You're a pathetic substitute. You'll never measure up to her not even close. Get used to feeling worthless every single day." My heart dropped like a stone. It wasn't a kiss it was venom, stripping me bare in front of everyone. He pulled back, his eyes dead and empty. Humiliated already. And this is just the beginning. The car ride was suffocatingly quiet, city lights blurring past as I sat with my hands clenched tight in my lap, fear gripping every inch of me.

He was baffled at what happened back there, but right now that wasn't important. At this point, only Venice could give him the desires he severely craves for. Only Venice can make him relax. She has been the only mistress he has kept for the past two years. Venice was empty of beauty when she arrived at the gateway of the Cosmos– She lived with her family along with Alpha Navaro as well as his young son, Ryan Cosmos. Ryan Cosmos, who was known for being a playboy in the entire pack, took a liking to her and they became a thing. However, the relationship was only on bed and bed alone.

He couldn't move his gaze as he looked at the two red heart rings. "What is it?" Violet asked curiously, looking at Lucian's face. "Those rings are so beautiful," Lucian said as he kept his gaze on the rings. Violet moved her gaze to look at the rings. Her heart suddenly beat fast in the same awe and happiness that Lucian felt. "Oh, my... You're right. They are so beautiful." She looked back at his face. "Let's buy them," she said excitedly. He nodded into her eyes with a smile on his face.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

Aaron asked as he pulled Irish close by her waist. " I wanted to see our pup be-" "He has a name and its Aracelis. " Irish said with an arrogance dripping in her voice. " Yeah. Right. I wanted to see Aracelic before I go to London. " She said while fidgeting with her fingers. "Oh, you are going to London?" Aaron asked. "Yeah. I would be getting married there. " She said with crinkle in her eyes. She came closer to Irish, and the omega tightens her hold on the sleeping pup.

He bent down by the rivers bend and filled up his cannister with water. Mariah was still feeling groggy and fatigued as she sat, leaning comfortably against the tree. The atmosphere was really calming with the gentle breeze through the leaves of the tree and the sound of the river water flowing steadily down the the mouth. The closer they got to Venice the more water there would be. Mariah knew how to get there fairly easily. All you would have to do is follow the river to the mouth where the ocean meets it because Venice was actually an island not too far off the mainland. It was a beautiful city built on the water and the merchanter would need a boat.

“And if I don’t?” The question is bait, but I don’t flinch. I lower my voice so only he hears. “Then you’ll find out just how much of Venice I brought back with me.” For a fraction of a second, his smirk falters. It’s quick, almost invisible, but I see it. Venice is a name that still tastes like blood, a wound neither of us healed from. He hides it quickly, leaning back in his chair, but I’ve already marked the crack.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.