Novel & Cerita Hearts Vex

The screen suddenly went blank, and a string of profanities escaped my lips. Seriously?! I'm getting tired of this sh*t. I looked up from the blank screen, and my eyes met with the door. At that instant, it swung open, and someone walked in. A particular black-eyed dude that frustrates me. "Have you seen it?" Xander asked, his eyes lit up with something I couldn't quite pinpoint. "Seen what?" I rolled my eyes, flexing my fingers. "Skylar De Novo's reveal, damn, it's trending at number one."

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.

again a glass pierced my foot and I removed it only to realize that I was bleeding but at this Moment this was not so important. I will fix the photo frame. I gathered the broken pieces of the photo frame. I will fix it. Ranveer's heart and love. I put all the pieces of the frame in its right place and now I have to joint it. "What are you doing?" I heard Ranveer's voice and looked at him to see confusion written all over his face. *****

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

That smile though. Anyway, my time for that meeting came and I dressed myself with a blouse and plaid trousers like I am applying for work. I tied my hair into a bun then applied some light shade lipstick on my lips. I drove all the way to the campus then looked for his office which was named "Fixing Hearts Request". It was his personal office but it also says in the description written on the advertisement on paper sticking on the announcement board that it was an office where people who have love problems will visit there and ask for the professor for some love advice. My face turned into disgust as I read word for word on the said advertisement. And now it questioned myself if I should st

He stared at the monitor through the open door—Theo's heart rate, oxygen saturation, blood pressure, all rendered in green lines that jumped and settled like the telemetry from a car he couldn't drive. Beep. Beep. Beep. Not the clean spike of a racing heartbeat. The messy, biological rhythm of a body trying to remember how to be alive. Arthur hated hospitals. The smell, specifically—that particular combination of floor wax and decay that no amount of ventilation could remove. It reminded him of their mother, who had died slowly in a room like Theo's, surrounded by machines that measured her departure in incremental silence.

Celeste (between Remy, Noah, and Brittany—smiling): “High school, high sync.” Locket thumped—six heartbeats + two new ones + forty-seven hellebores + valley frost.

The ache in my chest was still sharp, but it had a purpose now. I was halfway through cleaning my gun when the big TV in the main room suddenly turned on by itself. Apparently, someone had hacked the feed. Vex’s face appeared on screen. He looked very pale and thin, with bandages visible under his open cut, but his eyes carried the same old cold and full of fire. He was sitting up in a hospital-style bed somewhere hidden.

Controlled chaos. A van rolled past, headlights washing the warehouse in sterile white light. In that momentary glare, the cracks in the bricks showed, the boarded windows rattled, and the faint smear of blood at the edge of the doorframe caught the rider’s attention. They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.

“I can feel him.” “I don’t really know anything about curses,” Max said, “But I’ve never heard of one that makes someone’s heart stop.” “That sounds like something a vampire would do,” Thorne said. I froze. “What do you mean?” “Vampires,” Thorne said. “Their hearts don’t beat at all, right?”