Hearts Out Novels & Stories

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

I'm so screwed how do I tell him I forgot I had something like that in my possession and to think he came all the way here to get it. "It's fine if you don't have it yet, but make sure to get it ready by tomorrow. It's my favorite" He ends and walks away. I Puff in relief. How did he let me off the hook so easily? He turns around again and walks in my direction. My heart is almost bursting out of my chest. He pins me to the wall as soon as he gets to where I am standing and draws his face closer to mine, staring deeply at my eyes and I close my eyes trembling. What is he thinking?

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡...𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬� �𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

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Brittany: He pulled me into a tight hug, “Brittany, listen to my heart, even if my lips are lying my heart wouldn’t lie.” His heart was thudding fast and they were giving a different sound, like he wanted to communicate something to me through his heart, and I could hear the mixture of his heartbeat and that of his wolf's heart. “I do not want to listen to your heart just go away.” I pushed him slightly from myself. “As at this point, I do not care what you or your heart have to say, please go away, leave me alone, I am broken already, don’t add to it.”

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.

Today is the day: he has kept his feelings bottled up for too long, and he's finally ready to let them spill. He parks in front of her townhouse, steps out, smoothes his jacket, and then reaches for the gifts. His heart pounds inside his chest, the every beat thunderously drumming his nervous anticipation. He has never been good at proclaiming himself, especially in matters concerning the heart, but Elena deserves nothing less than the truth.

He hadn't replied to a single one until the very last message from last night. "Please take good care of Finn." Lucas collapsed, trembling to the floor, his heart wrenching in unbearable pain.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.