Heartless Marissa Meyer Series Novels & Stories

And as I become more mindful of these emotions, my fear of being abandoned and entrapped in a place where nobody would rescue me in escaping from the hole I had been in was growing. Whatever was causing my heart to beat violently; whatever tickle feeling was endlessly playing in my stomach; whatever they were... I just didn't deserve to be conscious of them— no, it was better not to know them. Because loving this heartless Alpha would just make me suffer; that was for sure.

Looking at her in her bed, I turned off the part of my brain used to being responsible for self-preservation and admitted, "No. I don't want to be with her. I only want to be with you. Don't get too excited about it, though. I want you, but I hate you for it, too." Maggie gasped as if I'd hit her and I shrugged before giving her a lop-sided smile. "You broke my heart and showed back up with Country Club Ken as your boyfriend. Can you blame me for hating you? This shit is harder for me than it is for you. I don't have a chick flick setting, okay? This is literally worse than showing up to school naked," I said. "I'm sorry," Maggie said and I could see her expression was sincere, but I knew he

I knew what was coming next but before I could act and take off, Gina and Lily grabbed me and yanked me towards Sophie, I fell at her feet. I started to get up when a leg pressed me back to the ground. "Oh we're going to have so much fun with you, Rose," Sophie smacked her lips, "you have no idea how much I looked forward to this moment." "You have some nerves coming here knowing what everyone thinks of the likes of you. You think you're an Omega?" She scoffed, "You're worse than an Omega. You don't even have a wolf and even your own family hates you." I held my breath to contain my emotions, "let me go!" A sharp kick met my head, sending me back to the ground at once. I didn't stop struggli

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!"

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

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.

She should have listened to her gut instincts and remained in the car. Marissa smirked. She feigned injury. The driver knelt, her hand trembling. She was young. Couldn’t be older than twenty and for a moment, Marissa felt a momentarily pang of regret that she instantly dismissed. It couldn’t be helped. The young girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She cocked her head up, startling the girl who tried to back away. She was too late. Marissa clamped her jaws down on her arm and tackled the girl to the ground as she screamed. She headbutted the girl, rendering her unconscious, deciding to be merciful for once. Somebody that young and innocent didn't deserve to die for her compassionat

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.