Heartminion Mga Nobela at Kwento

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Blinking, Zen stared at the slime sitting on his knee and headbutting right into his nose. “Ow! What was that for?” Zen rubbed his nose and looked around only to find that he was sitting in silence. [You have obtained the hearts of abandoned pink slimes and their favour. Would you like to adopt their representative as a pet?] The new notification confused Zen. He quickly switched to the inventory tab and realised that he had many pink slime hearts. === Item: Pink Slime Heart Description: The last wishes of weak pink slimes. Effect: +1 luck. ===

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

CHAPTER 1: Heartcille Reina No one’s POV: Heartcille Reina, known as Heart, is a 25 years old, nerdy old fashioned woman. She is a Japanese-British woman who lives in Tokyo, Japan. Her hair is black, always on a bun or tied so high with her eyeglasses on because she has problems in her vision. Her face has freckles, she lives independently in a studio unit in an apartment complex. Her parents are already in heaven, so she is literally alone in her life.

As soon as I felt minion number 1 in my radius again, I let the cold fire squeeze around my heart. Before anyone could register it I leapt up and caught the wretched thing by her neck. I ripped into her jugular ignoring and somewhat even reveling in the burning sensation her blood left on my skin and tore her head clean off. More of the foul fishy smell lingering on me. I stuck my hand in her chest and also ripped her heart out for good measure before landing back in the ground. Her head falling and rolling a couple of feet away from us, her body falling limp straight down and her heart still in my hand. I looked at it, the greying fleshy glob with clear fluid and some dark pus around it bea

Although I knew it wouldn't work, I had to try everything possible to see if CM would come back. So, I knelt down properly beside him and then shut my eyes just like I had watched Jordan do. I didn't know what to focus my mind on, so I simply concerntrated on all the good times with CM and all the amazing memories we had shared. Nothing happened for the first two minutes of my attempt but I didn't stop. Without notice, my veins popped out and a sudden heat erupted in my chest. I wailed out in pain, gripping my burning chest. Then, I collapsed.

LJ countered, hanging his head back on the elevator walls, presumably to ease his misery. "Damn right, it was," Minho responded, still bent on berating LJ. "You had one job--" "Ugh. Can you not fight? The negative energy is making this head vibrate so bad. I feel like vomiting." Amara Khatri, Minho's partner from the Indian Principality, said from the other side of the box. She was new to the force and had just assumed a body., but she never could glean how a body was supposed to work. Amara had her nails close to her face, inspecting them as if they could grow tiny heads in a second.

Vivian apologised and bit her lips. "It's okay, we all eat lies when our hearts are empty and hungry." "...What's your name?" "Jeroboam. Jeroboam Hatsugu. You can call me anything, though I prefer Jericho." - To be continued

ACE I was furious, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle that it couldn't be heard from the gate. No one speaks to Aella that way, no one is allowed to talk about her. They don't know what it took me to bring her here, they don't know how much I hated sharing her with humans.

"this is not happening again...Martin...no Martin...please...please don't leave me...no...no...!!!" Monica bursts into tears, an odd reaction given that the patient is already stable. I checked the patient's name, and it is not Martin. “What's happening?” I questioned, glancing at Minerva. “She is the patient's grandchild; he is Mr. Vladmere Grandeur, and he has congenital heart disease.” “But she is behaving differently.” Vannie remarked, and as Minerva was going to approach Monica, she seemed to hear nothing and kept crying. “No, Martin!!! No!!! Hmm...sob*sob* No, don't abandon me...hmm, don't—"”