Hearts That Cut Novels & Stories

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.

I cut her off she gives me an apologetic smile and nodded, I smile back at her "bye, Sara" "bye Ana," She said with a wave. I stand up and walk to the door. I stopped and look at him for a moment. before I go closer to him that our faces are inches away from each other. "Are you going to kiss me?" he said with his annoying smirk. I got angrier at him I Stepped on his leg, stronger than he kicked me, he screams from the pain. but he deserved it

After a few moments of speaking and clicking her tongue to her teeth, Weaver dropped her palms to the hearts, clutched them up tight in her grip and pushed them over close, nearly bumping them together. “Arise, tribes of Pictdom,” she hissed, not seeming to care if any heard her, but her voice echoed out of the woods so loud quite a few standing took a step back. They all looked about, unable to understand how her voice came out so thunderous and rolled across the dell. “We will march on this morning, thousands of hearts, but one beat.” She then dashed the hearts together, causing her apprentice to jump and Tancorix to step backwards out of the grove. Her hands ground the hearts collectively

For a heartbeat, I wasn’t in the hall. I was on the auction stage again. Lights. Laughter. The cold bite of iron. Damon on the balcony. The four brothers are on the other. The dart is flying. A voice—mine, not mine—whispered: “This is what happens when you let others choose. Burn. Shatter. Or cut.” Cut. The word was a knife in my palm. I grabbed it. Light exploded. *** When the world slammed back into focus, I was on my back.

It won’t last. Mom: Sienna, this is your final warning. Step away from this marriage before you regret it. Dad: You’re making a mistake. We won’t save you when this crashes. Each message was more infuriating than the last, but I refused to let them get to me. If they thought they could scare me, they were wrong. I was left to wonder where the hate was coming from. Who cared? What mattered was that I was seizing my life once more and no matter what they said, they couldn’t stop.

But deep down, I have always known there was something missing, something I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried burying it. My hands shake, folding the letter in half, then quarters, before I toss it onto the bed. Now the tears won't stop. It hurts-God, it hurts so much-but I know I made the right decision. Even though I've broken his heart, even though I've shattered our future, this is what needed to happen. I couldn't marry him. Not like this.

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

Her blade gleamed with an ethereal light as she raised it tall, pointing for the center of the throbbing heart. But just as she was about to strike, the ground underneath her feet trembled. The heart's throbs with wild eyed, sporadic, as though something was battling from inside. Clara hesitated, her blade poised to strike. The heart was shaking brutally now, the darkness around it churning like a storm. Suddenly, in a blinding streak of light, the heart detonated, sending shockwaves through the cavern.

Amelia’s eyes widened at the cruel words coming out of the seemingly pure girl. Eat…eat the heart while it was still beating? “How?” Steven tried to avoid the discomfort and asked once again. “My parents were healers. It is possible to make cuts on the chest, tear the skin, and gnaw at the heart while it is still warm and shallowly beating.” Emma had an awkward expression as she explained the process. It sounded cruel and inhumane but it was possible.