Hearts Alive Novels & Stories

“Olivia, Caleb, and Jenny are already waiting there. All of them went backstage and had their fingers crossed for the result. “Okay, so the second place goes to.” Everyone was delighted to hear their group name. They might have not won, but coming second place was not at all bad. When Marissa heard the name of her institute, she hugged Cameron tightly and kissed him. At that moment Cameron got all his answers. He didn’t need to hear the words from Marissa’s mouth. It was when Caleb coughed, they distanced themselves from each other. “Well, we have got two reasons to celebrate today.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

"I, Alpha Marek Blackwood, reject you, Alima Simpson, as my mate." The words hit me so hard like a physical blow. I screamed as the pain tore through me, clutching at my heart as if it might stop the agony. I haven't felt this kind of pain in my life. This was way stronger than any heartbreak. I felt like after this moment, there was no point living. A rush of drain through my vein like I’m being stripped off my life. I didn't want this. I never asked for it either. But what choice do I have? To realise my mate, only to be rejected by him on the same night? Can my days ever be better?

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:

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

About the simple, profound gift of being alive together. Afterward, they lay tangled in the sheets, the city lights glowing through the windows. "Happy birthday, Hope," Mira whispered. "Happy birthday to us," Kieran said. "The family we built." Mira smiled and closed her eyes. Tomorrow, there would be challenges. The sale of Locke Industries. The work of healing. The slow, steady process of becoming who they wanted to be. But tonight, there was this. Peace. Love. Hope. It was enough.

Harper smiled, eyes reflecting lantern lights below. “Then maybe we were never enemies,” she whispered. Emery kissed her gently. “Just two hearts learning how to beat in rhythm.”

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.

Although the other car was not severely damaged, the driver died on the spot. Onlookers gathered around, but no one dared to approach Sheila's car, even though she was pleading for help from inside. Suddenly, a commanding voice ordered his guards to rescue her from the wreckage. It was none other than the number one wealthy businessman, Alexander Westwood. As the guards finally rescued Sheila and the taxi driver, they were swiftly transported to the nearest hospital in a convoy of luxurious cars. Upon arrival, Sheila was rushed to the emergency section, but the doctor delivered the heartbreaking news that the driver had passed away, and Sheila was in a coma.