Hearts Vex Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FIVE LUCKY. That's how everyone describes her. At some point, she highly agrees, just like now. She's indeed a lucky one. She just received an invitation to meet the head of Regal Vixens and Serpents organization or also known as RVS. It is a society incorporated organization in which high profiled bachelors and bachelorettes are exclusively entrants. Regal VS is a most sought after exclusive organization in the world. Unlike any other organization out there who's not legal, there are the total opposites. Though, they are known and legal, the leaders of the said organization remained unknown.

I соuld fееl my hеаrt bеаtіng аlmоѕt оut of my сhеѕt. “Well, lеt me gіvе уоu a rеfund.” Oh my gоd! I dіdn’t wаnt the sodding mоnеу. I just wanted tо leave bеfоrе I had ѕоmе kіnd of hуреrvеntіlаtіоn аttасk. I соuld аlrеаdу feel thе air lеаvіng mу lungѕ.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

this man was really terrible ! And with a heavy heart Chelsea's vacations finally ended . ***** Currently there wasn't just Chelsea who was having a heart attack , there was someone else who was feeling as if someone had poked a knife in his chest and gave it a good squeeze . This certain someone was none other than Felix , the heir to Duke Levis .

Damian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Stay focused. Ground yourself." I didn't answer. The Sovereign engine in my chest was redlining, the Third Heartbeat thudding in a frantic, syncopated rhythm that felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs. Seventy-two beats. Seventy-two beats. It was mimicking him, but it was moving too fast, dragging my nervous system along for the ride. My skin was misting. White vapor rose from my arms in thick plumes as my sweat vaporized the second it hit the air. The silver threads lacing through my wrists glowed so bright they burned through the thin silk of my robe.

"That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you." Sloane fell silent. She stared at the ceiling, at nothing, but the sound filled the room. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It couldn't be unheard. It couldn't be unfelt. Lennox leaned over her. With his other hand, he touched her stomach, right where the sound came from, and as if he wanted to hear it more closely, he leaned in even further. Tears welled up in Sloane's eyes. Her lips trembled. For a while, she couldn't speak, only a broken, whisper of a voice escaped her:

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

LENA’s (LUNA’s POV) “Then do not try to hold back, Lena.. Give it all up.” He whispered in my ear and our breathing got deeper and deeper, his face was so close to mine that we stared into each other’s souls. “Lena! It's time to go.” Vee screamed from outside my room, Maverick lifted his head, and I closed my eyes. ‘Thank God for that call back to life, fuck I was..’

And more importantly, what else was he concealing about her father? She hung up, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Vincent’s words replayed in her mind— “You never know who might be watching”—the veiled threat wasn’t lost on her. Her gaze fell to the scar below her collarbone, which burned faintly, as if reminding her of the cost of misplaced trust. If Vincent had betrayed her… if he had used her father, twisted him into something unrecognizable, she wouldn’t hesitate to end him. No matter what they’d shared.