Hearts In The Sand Novels & Stories

They both watched blood seep through the fabric of his shirt, staining his hand as he clutched at the wound. Lorenzo's breath stuttered as blood stained his fingers. He fixed her with a furious stare as realization hit him. Elena saw the anger in his eyes and wondered if it stemmed from his perception of her betrayal or the realization of his own carelessness. The crackle of a radio sounded nearby, the garbled chatter of agents barely audible over the wind. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as the words filled the night. ‘… dead body on deck’ the voice rang out like a twisted confirmation of everything unraveling.”

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She doesn’t know it, but she’s more than just a woman in my arms—she’s the air I breathe, the calm after the storm that rages inside me. She’s the scent of rain on parched earth, the promise of something new and pure, washing away the pain that clings to me like a second skin. Her fingers trail lightly over my chest, careful not to linger too long on the scar, as if she knows how fragile I am beneath it all.

The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze. However, before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my arm like I was nothing more than a carcass and dragged me out with brutal force. In the middle of the square, Anya was surrounded by a hostile crowd. "What's the big deal about sacrificing yourself? It's for all of humanity—you should see it as an honor!" "Useless! If it weren't for Chief Quinn and Chief Lorant, you'd have been zombie food already! And now you won't even lift a finger to help. Ungrateful wretch!"

She wiped it away, but more followed, and soon she gave in to the silent sobs that shook her tired frame. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain shot through Daphne’s stomach, tearing through her like a bolt of lightning. Her hand instinctively flew to her belly. **Oh no, my baby!** The thought exploded in her mind, flooding her with panic. She had endured so much for her unborn child, fighting through every hardship to protect the life growing inside her. Now, her heart pounded wildly, fear taking over as the pain intensified, twisting and squeezing her insides.

My heart raced painfully. He was still there. “Clara, I know she’s in there,” he growled, but there was no venom in his tone, only anguish. “Let me see her.” There was a brief silence. Then Clara’s whisper. “I’ll try.” I knew I couldn’t hide forever. My chest felt heavy, each breath a burden. I stood shakily and walked to the mirror. My reflection startled me. Puffy red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, lips swollen from crying… and his marks. His hickey still bloomed like a bruise on my neck and chest, a reminder of what we had shared.

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.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. 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.

She informed him. He nodded. "I'll be leaving now. Good night." Ciara watched him leave. "Wow Ciara, you need to stop being an idiot." She scolded herself and walked inside. ••••••• The next day, Eva is prepared to go the the Acosta empire. Today she's going to meet her long time enemies. The people who ruined her life and who has been giving her sleepless nights. Every night she has nightmares about them and they keep doing the same thing over and over again.

His eyes were wide with the terror of knowing what was happening and, yet unable to stop it. The warrior wanted to scream. He wanted to fight against the inevitable, but his throat closed, and the sound of his breath became a mere whisper. The Sand Men, their features now lost in the wind, continued to pour forth from the earth, duplicating with each fallen warrior. The ground was alive with the sound of them—the scrape of sand against the sand as they reformed and advanced, undeterred by their casualties. And as the warrior’s last breath raked through his throat, his body was no longer his own. The sand swallowed him whole, his thoughts scattering like dust in the wind until nothing remaine