Hearts That Cut Novels & Stories

Tears burned at the back of my eyes and a sharp pain pierced deep in my heart. Before, I had feared I might never get the courage to get over him. But I have come to accept the harsh reality that we were never meant to be. Accept that for one to thrive in life, you have to cut some people off. Robert was one of those kinds of people and from today henceforth, I’m cutting him off for good. After all, no one dies of heartbreak. That is if I even live long enough to experience it.

Ian said. Wendy reached out and confirmed his discovery for herself. Then, she picked up the scalpel with gloved hands and cut out my heart. Ian hurriedly stopped her. "That's illegal!" Wendy did not care at all. "I just so happen to need this heart as a teaching tool for my class. I also want to research a targeted cure for congenital heart disease. Her family will surely be honored if they know about this. Leave me be. I know what I'm doing."

My razor-sharp claws sliced through his flesh, bone, and muscle, plunging deep into his chest Before he could even scream, my claws locked around his beating heart. With one jerk, I ripped his heart straight out of his chest, tearing his sternum completely open. Warm, dark red blood burst out, spraying across my silver fur and coating the grass. I tossed his heart onto the dirt like a piece of garbage.

he cried, she touched his head then she quickly withdraws her hands in shock "You killed someone today" she said with widened eyes; she could read his mind "I swear it was a mistake" he defended "The wages of sin..." She raised the knife in the air with both hands; Baddo's eyes widen "Is death!!" She stabs him on the chest, he screams in pain, she stabs again, breaking through his rib cage, then forcefully tears the flesh and bone open with her hands she pulls out the heart and cuts off all the veins and arteries attached; Baddo was already dead

She asked, her palm still on his, "you can heal if you open your heart to it." Feathers withdrew his hand slowly from hers then looked away, but his eyes suddenly fell on the frame of his late mate. He stood and went to stand before it. He felt a sharp and excruciating pain in his heart as he remembered their days together and particularly how Celine's father cut her head off from her neck, it was a horrible sight to behold.

I’m guessing you’ve been here before. Mrs. Boaz looked at him with a guilty demeanor, but that kind of guilt where it seems you’re hiding a big secret. “Says here it was a condition named ‘Arrhythmia’. Irregular beating of the heart apparently. Critical condition too because of your age. 49? Come on, you’re not that old now, are you?” She didn’t have to utter a single word. The look on her face did all the talking. “I think it actually cost about five and a half million if I’m not mistaken. Ryan made one phone call and beep beep, Alerts. Got to say man, that was pretty impressive. Wish I had your type of friends, but oh well.”

I reached for the closest thing to my arm - the bottle of cognac by my dresser - and flung it as hard as my anger could carry against the wall above my bed, and listened to it shatter like the pain in my heart. I wasn’t even sure what the pain was about exactly. I wanted to say it was about the thought of losing everything, but then I thought of Valeria, whom I had thought would be the woman of my dreams forever. The box of watches on the table disappeared as well into the floor, and I felt a sharp piece of the glass kiss the small open skin beneath my pants. But it was still nothing compared to the ache in my chest. And then I thought about her. About Helen, and the pain even burned fiercer

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

They visited his office individually, confronting him so harshly that he was left speechless, his head bowed in shame. That evening, I received a message from Zeana. 'Evalyn, we've canceled all collaborations with the Hood Group! I’m confident the Levine Group will bounce back stronger than ever with the Walker Group’s support. Business will be booming again soon!' Zeana's decision set off a chain reaction. Client after client began to cut ties with the Hood Group, refusing to renew contracts and scrutinizing every delivery for faults. Cameron sighed beside me. "The elders still seem to be looking out for you."

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.