Heartland Novel Series Novels & Stories

Five Years Later For the first time in five years, Yara let outsiders onto the island. The island wasn't just some nameless, uninhabited place anymore. After way too much back-and-forth, she finally settled on the name 'Evermeet Isle.' Seemed right—some people drifted in and out, but the ones who belonged? They stayed. Here, she'd only meet the ones who mattered. The name just fit. The island's untouched beauty caught the eye of a travel reality show director, and after months of negotiating, Yara agreed to let them film. But on her terms.

Adriana’s POV. The sterile scent of the hospital still clung to me as I stepped out of the car. The doctor’s words echoed in my head “You’re fine. It’s stress. You need rest.” If only rest could fix everything else. I clutched my bag tighter as I stood in front of the mansion, his mansion. Our home, though it didn’t feel like one anymore. The house was as cold as I remembered it. Polished marble floors. Dim chandeliers. Silence that screamed louder than any gunfire I’d ever heard growing up in a mafia household.

“I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.” Nizhoni squeezed him a bit tighter, holding him a bit closer, before turning him enough to make eye contact. She put a hand lightly over his heart, covering the X scar. “No one will ever hurt you like this again, baby. No one.” “Do you promise?” The terror in the question and the hope shined equally in his eyes. She wiped away fresh tears and kissed his forehead. “I swear to you, Jaxsen. You’re safe now, Yanaha. You’re not alone anymore.”

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

Never in a decade of resentment did I imagine hearing such words from him. My father did not lie. As the days passed, I gradually began to heal. I traveled from country to country. For a while, the shadow of my mother's death faded. Still, I knew my story was far from over. Ryan had yet to face the consequences of his actions. Whenever my thoughts drifted to Ryan, I sensed he was thinking of me as well. The truth was, I had never truly left his mind. While I was gone, he spent every day with Olivia.

“Brick, bring your lazy ass over here! Bring us a beer and some food too and make it quick. Here, Tire, sit with me and tell me what you did yesterday.” This is what Devlin has heard most of his childhood life, from the moment he wakes up to the time he is allowed to sleep. Well, he decided as he turned 12 today, no one even bothering to greet him, he will change all that. The man who stole him from his family in Ireland and brought him here to New York told him, he is his biological father and the other boy, older than him by two years is his half-brother or so he’s been told by Muckie, shortcut for Marcus. Muckie seemed more appropriate as he is a monster just like his namesake, an Irish m

The city at night had its language—a low hum of traffic, the occasional wail of a distant siren, the muffled clink of glasses from bars still open past reason. Cass walked along the narrow stretch of pavement outside her building, jacket pulled tighter against the wind. She’d left her laptop open upstairs, Calderón’s face frozen mid-sentence on the paused feed, but the weight in her chest wasn’t from the investigation. It was from knowing Leo Knight had been sitting across from him.

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

So far, Stephen King's Hearts in Atlantis is proving to be just as good as all his other novels. I'm hooked from the beginning, and can't pull my eyes away until I feel someone watching me. My breath catches in my throat, and I freeze. It takes me a moment before I can pull my eyes away from the page I was reading. I look up and let my eyes scan the backyard. I don't see anyone, so I scan further out, scanning the tree line. My heart races as I eagerly look for the person watching me. I see nothing and become frustrated as I look further, straining as I try to look between every branch, and every leaf, looking for the slightest sign that he's out there watching me…