Novel & Cerita Heartless Marissa Meyer Series

“Luna, I don’t think you can see the Alpha. Aunt Marissa ordered that no one is allowed into his room, and you know we are meant to follow those orders.” “I am Luna. You follow my rules. He is my mate. Why are you letting them keep me from him?” Hazel snapped, her voice breaking from fury and heartbreak. Then Marissa walked out of the room, her face calm but cold. My heart sank. There was something about her that had always left me uneasy. I stepped closer to Hazel, trying to pull her back to herself, whispering low so only she could hear me. “Control yourself. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of everyone.”

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

He laughed at that, and the vibration in his chest sent a shiver down my spine. Still holding me, he turned the black stallion around and slowly headed home. The sunset stretched our shadows long across the golden field until they overlapped and merged into one. I looked at the shadows, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into my head. "Actually… Maybe this isn't that bad." The thought terrified me, so I immediately nipped it in the bud. "Wake up, Summer Reed! This is showing symptoms of trauma bonding! He's a madman and a kidnapper!" I screamed to myself.

Reading it felt like trespassing, like breaking into a sacred space I had no right to enter. But I was desperate. I opened to the first page. January 15th. Three years ago today, I met Blake at the winter solstice dance. He walked across the room like he owned it, and my wolf knew before I did.. He's my mate. I've never believed in fairy tales before, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is what fate feels like. I blinked hard and kept reading. March 3rd. I miss my sister. Mara the warrior, the one who was supposed to be Alpha someday. Love caused her death when she fell in love with Damon, she gave up her career to follow him. She trusted him completely and he stabbed her in the back.

He ignored the protests of his wolf, used to them by now. Marissa sashayed into the house, feeling victorious. She could not wait to tell her mother the good news and inform her about her progress, knowing how pleased she would be. That is if she could get hold of her, she frowned, trying once again to phone her but received only a voicemail. She sighed and then turned her attention to what she was going to do next. Now that Hades had kissed her, she was certain they could develop the relationship even further. Mother had told her to expect a package in the mail, something that would help her chances. She wondered what it was. As she glanced around her room she saw a small envelope on her ta

My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it. Guilt creeps into my skin any time I think of it. Did someone tell Marvis I cheated on him? Did Marvis send spies after me and gave him the bad reports? Even if he had to do it, why did he break my heart on a fine Sunday dinner night? Questions like this and even more swirled in my brain with no response.

she is sobbing and wiping her tears “You said you see a lot of monster here, well in your new place there will be none.” “Why aren’t you coming?” her words pained me “I can’t, they only need one kid.” But the truth is no one will ever like a 12-year-old boy like me “You said you will never leave me…” and she started crying again “Sh…I will do that, when you are with them I can still pay you a visit” “Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out”

Breathing heavily, struggling to calm the internal fear, shame, whatever the fuck this is, that’s consuming me. “You’re broken-hearted, and you’re doing what every young girl does when she’s hurt this way. I’m not concerned with how you’re behaving because I really do think that this is what’s wrong. The reckless lifestyle is not the issue, it’s a result of an issue, and will end when you overcome it. It’s not your past coming to bite you again. I think you’re trying to replace a love that you are in no way over and doing it in a reckless and immature desperate way, because you don’t know how else to navigate it. I think you’re harboring a lot of confusion because your gut tells you that it’