Her Heart Village Novels & Stories

She noticed his sad aura. “ Sir, if I may ask, how's Danielle doing?” Hannah bravely asked to start a conversation with him. “ She's gone and I don't know when she'll be coming back. “ Anthony answered while signing the papers in his table. “ Where did she go, Sir? What happened? “ Hannah was anxious. “ A place safe from my enemies. “ Anthony didn't glanced at Hannah. On the other hand, Danielle and Manilyn arrived in a village in the southern part of Ireland city. The place was in a mountain range. The houses were too far from each other. It was peaceful and beautiful. No pollution and no enemies.

she whispers. “I know,” I say. “But we’re not dead yet.” ADRIAN –( HUMAN VILLAGE ) The village is burning. I stand in the square, sword dripping, eyes crimson, Valerius’s voice in my head like a drum. Burn it. Leave none. Bodies lie everywhere. Then I see her. A little girl, maybe eight, hiding behind a cart, dark hair, big eyes, face dirty with ash. She looks exactly like Ella did in the photo Lucira showed her.

"Clara, hold on, we're almost at the hospital. I'll give you my heart. Our organs match. Stay with me. You're gonna be fine." But my eyelids grew heavier and eventually drooped.

"Eunice, in this life, only you will have my heart. I'll protect you, love you, and take care of you. I'll never leave your side, not even till the end of time." Even after all these years of marriage, I had never forgotten those words. Not long ago, though, our village was hit by a once-in-a-century mudslide. Everyone was calling for their families, scrambling to escape. Everyone except Mark. He ran against the fleeing crowd, not caring about the danger at all, just to look for Hayley Larkson. Only after confirming that Hayley was safe did he remember me, working right below the path of the mudslide. He rushed over in a panic to check if anything had happened to me.

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.

Alison walked outside the reception floor with Paige, which housed a lounge and a minibar. She and Paige waited for a woman and her child to use the entrance revolving door, moving to the side for them to pass, the woman looked at her gratefully appreciating her kindness, she only smiled at her and waved at the little boy who smiled back at her. Her heart tore into shreds, she missed Samantha so much, calling her and checking up on both her grandmother and Lily every day could not suffice the emotional hole digging in her heart.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink:

CHAPTER 1: Heartcille Reina No one’s POV: Heartcille Reina, known as Heart, is a 25 years old, nerdy old fashioned woman. She is a Japanese-British woman who lives in Tokyo, Japan. Her hair is black, always on a bun or tied so high with her eyeglasses on because she has problems in her vision. Her face has freckles, she lives independently in a studio unit in an apartment complex. Her parents are already in heaven, so she is literally alone in her life.

she said, her tone cutting. She studied me for a moment, her gaze unreadable. “I don’t need to ask how you’re feeling you look like you’re in agony.” I said nothing. I stared at her in silence. I refused to give her or anyone in this family the satisfaction of seeing me break. She laughed, soft but cold. “Look here girl, I hope you now understand what you’ve gotten yourself into. This place? It has always been a war zone. If you want to survive, you’d better brace yourself.”

But suddenly, thick smoke began to fill the villa, and a burning heat washed over them. Soon, the haze grew so dense she could barely see Jonathan. Panicked, she reached out blindly, calling his name over and over. The fire spread quickly, consuming the entire house. The heat was unbearable, and the flames closed in from every direction, leaving her no way out. She looked outside, and there, standing together, were Jonathan and Zoey. They were smiling, watching the villa burn to the ground... Then, a pair of warm, strong hands grabbed her, pulling her out of the flames.