Hobo Heart Novels & Stories

The virus uses my mother-frequency to dismantle the city's will. "Leo..." the statue murmurs. "The 14-B protocol was a promise of safety. I’m fulfilling the contract. Give me the heart. We can all sleep." Leo’s sapphire eyes search my quartz discs. He reaches out, touching my stone hand—the one that recently crushed a drone. He finds no messy, skipping heartbeat. He feels none of the 'Stutter' he used to identify me in the mud. Tick. Tick. Tick. The 14-B virus has turned my heart into a clock, perfectly timed and devoid of a soul.

He grunted and walked towards them fastly. Unknowingly, it was Heart’s first booking experience where she was even taken out of the bar. The old guy was a rich billionaire politician. Heart was so nervous as she was still standing next to the old guy. The old guy grabbed Heart’s wrist. Heart’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, no. If I don't do it, I won’t be able to work there. Meaning, Dimitri will die because of me!’ Heart thought as she was sweating looking into the old guy’s eyes.

He was digesting his best friend’s words. “This gentleman only wants two million dollars, as well as additional expenses for his daughter’s treatment.” Instantly Hagen took a heavy breath because it meant that someone was so desperate that he was willing to give his heart to them. With his eyes closed and his fingers massaging his temples, Hagen lowered his head. “I can’t accept the heart of a person who still has hope of living,” Hagen replied between his heavy breaths. “And tell the man, we can’t accept the offer.”

She and Taylor had long since been blacklisted by Olivia Technology, making it impossible for her to make a purchase. Those cheaper prosthetics required a long period of adjustment. Taylor, who was a spoiled child, would let out piercing cries daily and simply refused to cooperate. Meghan cursed Danielle incessantly because of this. She ultimately took a gamble and broke into the warehouse that belonged to Gardner Group to steal the old inventory. She seemed to have forgotten, however, that she herself had overseen the production of that specific batch. They were the very same faulty units that were still awaiting disposal. Thus, as soon as the prosthetic was put on, it malfunctioned and beg

And it was a message from my ever so annoying partner. Half: Hey, we have a meeting with the boss, in the next one hour, get ready and be at the flanks bar, by 8pm, don't be late, the boss doesn't seem so happy right now. Half: it seemed like Mr Morello found a way to clear that recent debt from this trip he had just made. Shit! How did that old geezer clear such massive debt so quickly, I guess the old man was more resourceful than we’d banked on.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

Mont asked, voice low but pointed. “You need to understand vot ve may be facing. If I am right,and I hope dat I am not, ve are no longer alone in zis house.” Nobody interrupted him. Maybe we were all just too tired to argue, or maybe we could all sense that the thing upstairs wasn’t going to wait long. Dr. Schnell began. “His name vas Bob. Not Robert. Bob. That vas how he liked it. He vas S.H.A.D.E., of course. Strong. Smart. Good field instincts. But he vas also... emotional. You understand? Sentimental. Vore his heart on his sleeve.

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

Ethan also ordered his driver to take me to the hospital and back to his mansion, as we had a lot to prepare for the conference meeting tomorrow. Just as we drove out, a red Porsche blocked our exit intentionally. As I tried to understand what was going on, I noticed the customized plate number… Isabella.

"Well, lets have some food. I wasn’t lying when I said I was starving. I actually am." I nodded and entered Alberto's. Mr. Ford waved for us and we went over to him. An waitress approached us to offer us the menue card and once she looked at Noah, her expression changed. But she didn’t say anything and went near another waitress, told her something and they looked equally excited. "What would you like to have?" "Huh?" I was confused for a moment as my mind was somewhere else. "Oh, let me see." Once we all decided, Mr. Ford called the waitress and gave her our order. She quietly noted them down, but I could see she was suppressing her emotional overflow of glee. Once done, she looked at Noah