Heartless By Marissa Meyer Novels & Stories

Because I already knew the answer before she said it. The girl pointed toward the endless sea of memories surrounding us. Toward the Heart. Toward the fragments of a life powerful enough to reshape the world. And quietly whispered: “It wants a way through.” Before anyone could respond, the entire Heart shook violently. Not a tremor. Not a vibration. A violent impact. The memories scattered like startled birds. Cracks of golden light split the darkness. The girl staggered backward. For the first time, genuine panic appeared on her face. “No.”

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

I said as I walked to the door. “How can you be so heartless?Marissa,” he asked. I stopped, ‘he just called me heartless when he is just the same’. “Heartless” I scoffed. “I don't mind being heartless to get what I want, and I don't care what you think about me” I said as I walked out of the room. ‘Forgive me, my angel.’ “I see you have come to see Nova. Maybe you will change and stop sleeping around to climb the social ladder”. ‘Prissy’.

The beat of my heart intensified, speeding up under the gentle palm. What if I can't fight the beast? - I'll kill you. He smiled sadly, the words hurt more than any of the sharpest knives. You can't live with guilt. – added girl. Melissa came into my life quite recently, and she understands better than anyone else. - Thank you! She removed her hand from her chest, but I caught it. The girl raised her amazing eyes to me again. He brought his long fingers to his lips and kissed him gently. Melissa's pulse skyrocketed.

Also, with this being my first book, I grateful with the number of reads and votes so far. Thanks for the support. I think I can call myself a writer now ☺️😸. So, till we meet in my next book, stay blessed. ********** The next is the new book I'm working on. I hope you like it. It's titled Make Me Hate you. It is a whole new book totally has no connection with the previous one. I'm posting the first twelve chapters here and when it's ready, I will post the entire book. let me know your views on it. Thank you 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

"We're using each other. You want power, I want the Alpha seat. That's all this has ever been." Her face hardened. "And Elena? What is she?" "She's the only woman I've ever loved." I turned and walked out without looking back. Elena’s pov I lay on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling while the healer adjusted the IV in my arm. The medication burned going in, something to slow the artificial heart's rejection, to buy me a few more weeks. It wouldn't cure me. My phone buzzed. I shouldn't have looked. I knew I shouldn't have looked. But my hands moved on their own, and then I was staring at the photo Lydia had posted.

“Show me your heart, Rosemary Blackhollow. Show me what you’re willing to sacrifice.” The ground beneath me cracked and splintered, a deep, bone-chilling sound echoing through the wasteland. I staggered, trying to keep my balance, but a searing pain erupted in my chest. It felt as though claws were tearing through my heart, pulling me apart from the inside. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, as I clutched at the invisible force wreaking havoc within me.

Locking it behind, they both walked towards a playground in which they fortunately found many kids playing the game. She sighed as he kept on running, holding her hand. But he was calm like always. She watched him confusedly and in another moment, she realised he had no heart. Actually he has a heart which does not beat anymore. “Yeah, so I can’t pant,” he told her, reading her mind. She forced her lips to stretch into a smile but it was not from her heart. She was forced. Nothing bad if she calls him Heartless. Anyway this is true. A bitter truth.