Heartstopper Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!” I collapsed. I was unable to support myself any longer. Fine shards of glass pierced my skin and stained the floor crimson. Hearing the commotion, my best friend Beryl rushed over in a panic. She held me and looked horrified. She shouted at Bryan, “Aria gave you her heart! She relies on an artificial heart now. She can’t drink! She’ll die! Do you even understand that?!”

"He died not too long afterward - an overdose, they said, though he never did drugs while I lived there. He was only sixteen when he painted the heart, seventeen when he died." Val set down her suitcase to give her a hug. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Are you still in touch with your foster family?" "No. As soon as the State quit sending money, they quit pretending to care. Stephen was the only one I stayed in touch with." She faked a yawn, desperate to change the subject. "So, where's the bedroom? I'm exhausted after shopping and packing all day." "Mm, not too tired I hope." He winked and picked the suitcase back up. "Bedroom's upstairs, if you think you can make it that far."

THE ATTRACTION O What to expect… Heart rate unexpectedly increases Before my eyes is the unexpected Never thought I’ll be enchanted Never thought I’ll be captured Who is she? She looks like a rare beauty But what to do? Should I chase? Or should I stay? O what a dilemma BY, STESSY B. JAMIE Fred chuckles lightly over the phone before saying, “I will try to get the ‘Boss’ out of my mouth but its going to take some time”

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.

“Wait, let me grab some of my things.” He nods, moving to follow, but I stop him with a gentle hand. “Can you wait here for me? I’m afraid if you see him again, you might change your mind about letting him live.” “True, be quick then,” he relents, releasing my hand. But before I can take a step, he grabs me by the waist and spins me around to face him. In one swift motion, he crashes his lips against mine, the force of the kiss stealing my breath.

Almost instantly, I shatter, my release crashing over me in waves of pure ecstasy. Uncontrollably moans erupt from my throat, mixing with his as he follows me over the edge, my name a hoarse shout on his lips as he spills himself inside me, his hips shuttering against mine. I feel him pulsing inside me as he collapses on top of me, his weight a welcome anchor grounding me in the here and now. For a long moment, we simply hold each other, our racing hearts gradually slowing, our breathing evening out. Cade presses soft kisses to my hair, my forehead, my eyelids, each one a silent promise, a vow of forever.

Before she could say anything, a massive fist slammed hard into my back. "You little punk. I've been wanting to teach you a lesson. You think you can act tough in front of me?" Punch after punch landed right on my old injury. I felt like countless needles were stabbing me madly. The stitches were coming undone. The intense pain made me see stars. I could not catch my breath. My whole body doubled over. "Stop pretending already." Seth wanted to continue. Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

I pull him forward as a group of rowdy boys try to slide by on the sidewalk, one of them eyes Christian up with a double glance and blushes as he moves on. “Nothing to lose, except maybe your heart.” He winks happily, oblivious to the passing “hotty” and I eye roll, knowing it’s unlikely anytime soon. To lose your heart you need to have gotten it back first, so that it can let someone else have it, and mine is still most definitely in the tightly gripped hands of one sandy-haired, hazel-eyed, heartbreaker of a Carrero.

Xavier says, kissing her cheek. "You're gonna see mines now?" Harley says, looking up at Xavier. With a smile, Xavier kisses his nose and replies. "Yes, I'm gonna look at yours." he says, grabbing his card. He opens his card to reveal a drawing of five little stick figures of him, Christine, Kai, me, and Xavier and he drew our names above all our heads with a heart in the middle of all of us. "Thank you, bubba. I love it." he says, kissing his head and hugging all of them.