Hearts That Cut Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

"Scarlet, wake up!" "No, Scarlet!!!" Fateball's scream shook the air, startling Scarlet out of her daze. Her breathing was haggard. Sweat clung to her forehead, and her body wouldn't stop trembling. When she lowered her head, all she saw was an outstretched hand. She followed the hand, and her eyes widened when she saw where it ended... The alpha's heart. That hand... It was hers. She had stabbed her claws into the alpha's heart!

“Evelyn, don't!” She pulled. The first heart emerged. Then the second. Then the third. Thousands of glowing hearts streamed from her body. Eli screamed. “Mommy!” Evelyn continued. The hearts did not break. They returned to her. Not as separate pieces. As memories. As choices. As lives. As mistakes. As love. The giant heart trembled. The woman inside it stepped backward. “No.” Evelyn pulled harder. “You said I was divided.” The hearts fused together.

Then the fury erupted. I hurled the phone across the room, hearing it crack against the wall. My bag went next, spilling clothes across the stained carpet. I grabbed the cup of tea on the table, smashing it against the dresser until shards littered the floor. My hands burned, small cuts opening, but I didn’t stop. The mattress, the chair, the nightstand—I tore at them like they were to blame. Like I could rip out the pain if I destroyed enough. I thought of my mother’s trembling prayers, of Aria’s tear-stained face, of Victor’s coffin lowered into the ground. And then of Evelyn’s smirk, Mason’s betrayal, Lynette’s claws sinking in where I’d been torn open.

We kept fighting, killing each and every one of them, out of anger I pulled out the heart of one and it didn't look like that of the human nor wolf. "Eleanor," Max called, which distracted my thought for a moment, making the enemy losing it hit on my head. I dodge the hit, putting the circular heart in my pocket. I kicked my boot and the sharp knife at the toes part of the boot appeared. "Be Careful not to be cut by them." Eve warned, whispering in my ear. Eve and I placed our backs together as we targeted who to fight next. "You know, it is not possible for you not to be cut by their swords, let's hope we won't let it happen." I said attacking the enemies.

"....A lot is happening right now, you might never understand. But I can't do this to you anymore. I know your heart.. I know where it truly lies. Don't get me wrong princess.. I know you love me truly.. But you love her too. You two are the definition of what love is. You finish each other's sentences and connect in a way that no one ever does to anyone. Which is something that I wish anyone could get in this world. What and why would I want to take you away from yours though...? It hurts so bad that each day could pass by without you by my side. It isn’t how I dreamt our future would be, and this wasn’t my plan for our world. My heart has always loved you in ways I can’t explain. You proba

“It didn’t walk away.” “What do you mean?” I pointed to the wounds. “These cuts… they’re precise. Not like a wolf’s claws. They’re thin, almost like -” “Like shadows,” Tibet breathed out, his face filling with horror. “Yeah, and there's more….” Tristan’s gaze snapped to mine. “It cut out their hearts. I have no idea if it took them away or what it did with it, or even why.” Marcus stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw clenched. “A trophy?” he suggested.

Hidden Hearts was preserved because it only contained pure history and relevant facts, unlike the others that had suspicious pieces of information that weren’t needed. It was these books that started the war. The youths were divided, half supported the government while half supported Hearth and its rebellions. Raeya could still remember a conversation when she apprehended an activist. “You are trampling on our hearts to express what we want!” One had shouted at her when she was assigned to disperse a huge rally against the rally.

"Sometimes, when you talk so damn well, I want to devour you." For a moment, I forgot about the shouts from upstairs and how to breathe; I was already dead, he had killed me. The light bulb at the foot of the stairs began to flicker, and the shouts grew louder and more intense as the music stopped, giving way to broken things and more shouts. A little voice in my head shouted at me, "Kiss him!" and another, more reasonable one, shouted, "Don't do it, he's the king playing with stupid girls like you!" I wasn't even aware of our proximity until I looked up into his eyes, which seemed darker due to the lack of light.

Mira whispered. Sera laughed softly, but there was absolutely no humour in the sound. “You haven’t heard the worst part yet.” I frowned immediately. “There’s worse?” Sera nodded slowly. “After years of failed research, one of the old healers finally discovered something unusual while examining the bodies.” I leaned forward slightly despite myself. “What?” “The hearts of those who died were different.” My brows furrowed. “Different? What do you mean by that?” Sera’s fingers tightened together. “Every single victim carried the same mark that looked like it was carved directly onto their heart.” The room went completely still. Mira looked pale now while I stared at Sera without blinking.