Novelas y relatos de Hearts

Mira closed her eyes and let him hold her, her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. She didn't say the words. But she felt them—burning in her chest, pressing against her ribs, demanding to be set free. I love you too. God help me, I love you too.

He looked at the pulsing gray heart suspended in the center of the chamber, his amber eyes reflecting the decay. "Mommy, the quiet uncles... they're inside the heart. They're making it beat. Make them stop. Please. I want the warm back." "We're going to end the song, Leo. Hold onto me," I rasped. My heart thrummed a frantic, syncopated rhythm against his chest, a pulse that Kael's soul surely felt through the metal.

Celeste (between Remy, Noah, and Brittany—smiling): “High school, high sync.” Locket thumped—six heartbeats + two new ones + forty-seven hellebores + valley frost.

He turned to his men and ordered, "Throw them out, but don't hurt them. I promised my queen I wouldn't harm humans." I hadn't expected him to actually remember that promise. Back in our quarters, Magnus settled me down, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen to cook. Ever since he had learned how, every meal I ate was one he prepared himself. If I tried to stop him, he'd even sulk about it. After dinner, Magnus pulled me into his arms. "My Queen, I'm so happy today. When I heard what you said, I was truly moved." He grabbed my hand and placed it against his chest. The next moment, I pulled it away and pressed my ear against him instead. The steady thump of a beating heart made my e

He looked at me once, steady and unreadable. “You coming?” My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Fear clawed at me, but under it, something stirred. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope. I stepped forward. And I chose.

“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!

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

I taste wine, strong on his tongue and it makes me lightheaded, leaving a sweet sensation spreading heat across my skin. My heart raced violently in my chest, each beat echoing the tumultuous feelings swirling inside me. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips moving against mine, igniting a fire within me that I haven't felt for a very long time— Kale! I pull away, our lips parting, his forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the warmth of his breath, mingling with my own. "Freckles," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, " Are you alright?"

The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of my racing thoughts. I felt Mommy's comforting presence beside me, her gentle touch caressing my shoulder, offering solace in the midst of uncertainty. "Mom, did he hear us?" I whispered, my voice trembling with unspoken prayers and unshed tears. In that moment of shared vulnerability, as we stood by Daddy's side, I found strength in the silent bond that united us, a beacon of hope amidst the shadows of doubt and fear. Title: A Mother's Love and Unspoken Guilt

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.