Hearts That Cut Novels & Stories

Why the hell was he ignoring her? Just as she paused to catch her breath, the sound of heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door. They were quick and furious, a stomping rhythm that sent a chill down her spine. Daphne could feel her pulse quicken again, this time not from exhaustion but from a creeping sense of dread.

In a quick motion, Lucifer cut into her flesh making a straight line over her heart, and she hissed at the pain. Lucifer watched as her black blood spilled out of her wound. Taking in a deep breath, Lucifer put down the dagger and then reached into her wound. Mila closed her eyes tightly as she felt lucifer’s grip on her heart. And in one quick motion, Lucifer pulled it out and Mila went still, her breath steady as her heartbeat steadily in Lucifer's hand. Lucifer placed Mila’s black heart next to Dante’s and continued the ceremony. Cutting the two hearts in half, Lucifer used golden thread to sew the half of each heart together. But he had to be quick, her heartbeat was starting to slow dow

"Normal. For you. For now." He approached, the proximity that was necessary and charged. The Holter's electrodes needed placement — the stickers that would record 24 hours of electrical activity, the data that was Arthie's life made visible. "Shirt," Cyrus instructed, the word that was clinical and not-clinical simultaneously. Arthie complied, the motion that was familiar now, the exposure that was vulnerability and trust. His chest was scarred — the surgical site from the ablation, healed but visible, the reminder that his heart had been opened, mapped, burned, repaired.

His hips pressed against hers, and she felt the evidence of his desire, hard and insistent, and her own body responded in kind, heat pooling low in her belly. But then he stepped back. Just one step. One small, agonizing step that put six inches of cold air between them. "I can't," he said. "Not like this. Not when you're—" He stopped, jaw clenching. "Not when this is still a transaction." Mira's heart cracked. "Kieran—" "There are cameras, remember?" His voice was cold again, controlled, the mask sliding back into place. "We've given them enough of a show. Let's go home."

Abby blurted out. I froze. That idiot... Did he really think he could just purchase my affection back? "And that’s not even the craziest part." Abby’s tone shifted strangely. "He went through with eye-replacement surgery." My heart skipped violently. My pulse spiked. "The specialists warned him that his inability to recognize faces is rooted in his mind, not his eyes. The procedure is incredibly dangerous, with less than a thirty percent chance of working. Yet, he signed the papers anyway. "He told them that before he finalized the divorce, he needed to truly see you, just one time."

“And I was just always there.” A pause. “He used to beat the shit out of me.” Viktor’s chest ached. “Lukas…” “And I didn’t have anywhere to go,” Lukas added simply. “No one to run to.” His eyes dropped slightly. “You were the only person who ever made things feel…not like that.” Viktor’s throat tightened painfully. “And then you were gone…suddenly” Silence, then— “He died.” Viktor blinked. “What?” “Heart attack,” Lukas said. “One night while he was letting me have it, he just…collapsed.”

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

“Your father... there were connections he was tracking, powerful ones. They knew things... things about the Salvatores, the Consortium—” A loud crack split the air, echoing through the plaza. Elena watched in disbelief as the contact’s eyes widened in shock before his body jerked, a dark stain spreading across his chest as he collapsed, the envelope falling from his hand. Elena’s reflexes kicked in as she dove for cover behind a nearby statue, her heart pounding.