Heartless By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

Hailey*** The silence between us was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest as I tried to steady my breath. My fingers gripped Hollis tightly, as though by holding him in my arms, I could shield him from the pain that clung to him like a shadow. His past, the betrayal of his father, the haunting loss of his mother—each memory swirled around us, invisible but all-encompassing. I could feel the rawness of it in his every breath, and it broke my heart to know how deep the wounds ran.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

It was also pretty dark because it was already 10 pm that time. “If I die, all of my sufferings will end. I don’t know anymore. I don’t deserve to live. I don’t have a family. My boyfriend is still unconscious because of me; I cheated on him, played with my boss, lied to him, and I am deceiving everyone around me, and I deserve to die.” Heart was telling it to herself. Her chest was tightening. She continued walking, and the seawater was already on her waist. She was still wearing her eyeglasses while crying.

Chapter 52 The young woman continued to enjoy her ice cream while her smartphone was plugged into her ear. She wasn’t used to using earbuds, so she didn’t bring them with her. “There’s a girl here staring at me,” Heart whispered softly to Lux. “Hmm? Maybe she finds you attractive,” he replied with a laugh, trying not to laugh too hard herself. “No, she’s beautiful too, really.” “You know, baby, these days, beautiful women can be scary because they might be lesbians, too.”

"So what if you have to keep one sense awake or something that could make you hold on to your senses?" "I don't know..."Méah hopelessly said. But she had the princess's words stuck in her mind for a moment. She suddenly remembered those times when she would began losing herself and was suddenly reminded of people dying and the nightmares that she experienced after watching her parents die before her very own eyes. Those that she found hard to let go in her heart would always wake her up back to senses. Mostly, the fear of losing loved ones and killing innocent lives are what she's afraid to commit. And then, it hit her. She delightedly brought her gaze up to meet the princess's worried eyes.

That one-liner, ‘give me your heart' was all it took to make me snap. “Thane, you don't get it.” I shot at him, my voice raised. “I do not have a heart to give you. There is nothing left in here.” I pressed my heart against my chest, my heart pounding with a dull beat, as though it were agreeing that there was indeed nothing there. “It's an empty, black hole sucking a part of me in it day by day, and I cannot give you that.” “Mira, I understand how you feel…”

Chapter 23. Total mess. HAZEL P.O.V I was busy thinking of what that heartlèss guy wanna do to me. But I know he will surely punish me, who care? I don’t, I am waiting for him to do his worst, he thought I am still afraid of him. I didn’t bother to place a knock on his door, I opened the door to his room and his room was in a total mess.

I bet that if not for my team working harder than I pay them to do, I would’ve lost this mafia already. After a good thirty minutes under the cold waters, my awareness vaguely came back, and I pushed myself off of the bench and took a much needed proper shower. I need to get my shit together. Or at least I have to try and get my shit together. So this is how a heartbreak feels like. It’s fucking painful that I am itching to rip my heart out of my chest and offer it to someone who needs it. This proves that I do have a heart. For such a long time, I thought I was a heartless monster. That’s also what people have labeled me. That gray-haired vixen had proved everyone wrong.

"I know you were only protecting the very thing that has you sharing my bed now." "The heart can play a foolish game, Mekayla. It can take you to moments of pure bliss and bring you don't strong than the greatest force on earth. You are your own worst enemy, and only you are the one that drives it. I choose to drive mine into a pool of misery and dare I even say hatred."