Hobo Heart Novels & Stories

Mateo gives him a hard stare. “”I’m sorry boss…” he recollects his words trying to sound softer in his tone. “What I meant to say is the feeling of comfort is not advisable now because our security is being breached gradually and we can’t do something soon about it…….. if nothing is done soon not too long they’ll have access to everything and we’re doomed…….I know the wall seemed strong but whoever is their hacker is doing a hell lot of job and might soon breach them all, taking all our information, even if we do get access and retrieve all our informations and blocking them from access it might be too late and even if we don’t we’re doomed…they’ve created another phase of war within.” Mateo

Mateo found a memo. Flipping it open, he realized—it was all about Yara. [1. Yara has a sensitive stomach—no spicy food. Learn 365 recipes to keep her warm and comfortable.] [2. Yara's scared of thunderstorms but never carries an umbrella. Be there before the rain starts.] [3. Yara loves cherries. Plant an entire backyard of cherry trees for her.] [4. Yara is lonely. No matter what, always be there when she looks back.]

“You better hope you survive long enough to find whatever it is that you’re looking for.” As Elena’s gaze lingered on the drawer Nico had slammed shut, a sudden, high-pitched beeping noise broke the stillness, barely audible beneath the layers of dust and silence. Her eyes flicked to a small, blinking device wedged just beneath the desk—a timed explosive, hidden and waiting. Her pulse surged as the realization dawned, but there was no time to warn Nico.

With a short breath, she took her hand on her throbbing forehead, then asked herself softly, "What's wrong with me?" That guy... my gosh, he amazing guy was driving her crazy. Tabitha trembled. There was a warm sensation on her thigh. She thought because of the effect of her shorts pants, but now she is willing to feel from within. She pressed her hands on the tops of her breasts, hoping that her body would get back to normal. The pregnant hormones she had read about seemed to be true. "Can I help you?" Tabitha jumped when she heard the voice so close behind her. "Wh-what? Oh, no. What would you like to drink? Coke, right?"

“The Baron wants the hobgoblin’s barbed club. I don’t know if he understands the meaning of diplomacy, but it is what it is.” Laughing without mirth, Zen accepted the new quest and sighed. He’d just confirmed the status of the hobgoblin with the scout. Although the hobgoblin was injured from the cursed tree expedition, he was still strong enough to defend his camp. “I’ll try to figure out something,” he thanked the merchant and left with Venedict in tow.

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

He whispered in his heart as if Hugo could hear. --- Tabby

Russell's lips curved slightly, "I hope we had a pleasant cooperation!" Zoey knew that Derrick's smooth journey in the business world was about to come to an end. Brodie asked Zoey for the heart angiogram film, and Russell fetched it from the car. Brodie frowned after reading it and said, "It's better not to remove the chip from your heart. Gilberto installed it at a tricky angle, making it difficult to extract. This chip will only cause a slight reflux and won't have any other effects. In short, you may occasionally feel uncomfortable, but it won't be life-threatening."

Through the window, June watched their marble tomb shrink in the starlight. The pod rocketed home, skipping through the atmosphere and rattling their teeth. Outside, fire streaked past the glass. "We’re gonna make it!" Dante hollered, grinning through the chaos. June squeezed Hope’s hand—and felt a different warmth, something steady, pulsing. She glanced down. Hope stared at the black box in June’s lap—the one that should have been empty. From inside, there was a thumping sound. A new heartbeat. June cracked open the lid. Inside: not liquid, but a tiny heart woven from green vines and silver light.

The vertical pupils in the skinny old man’s eyes moved slightly. Poof! He stretched his hand fiercely to make a grab all of a sudden. The man’s half-stepped Tribulation Crossing body abruptly paused as he looked at the spot where his heart was in disbelief. At this moment, he discovered that his heart had been dug out alive. The skinny old man held the scarlet heart in his hand, and it was still beating constantly. This scene was too bloody and gruesome. The American Defense Bureau experts at the back retreated and let out screams of terror.