Hobo Heart Novels & Stories

“Sera, look at this.” “This is bad. We should contact the commander.” She noticed that one of the goblins had a slightly bluish skin and a small horn on their head. It was a stronger species, an evolved goblin called a hobgoblin. Newbies can handle a single hoblin but a horde would be fatal. Team Alpha recovered enough to move. Sera and Sven were about to inform them to retreat when the earth rumbled violently.

"You know what my target's like. Her brain is completely empty, save for her obsession with her first love. It's easier to placate her than it is to placate a three-year-old toddler. Even if I have to stay a few more years, I'll just treat it as a paid vacation." After a pause, he leaned in and said quietly, "My system is basically a simple-minded programmer. It doesn't scheme or play any tricks. Its abilities are just a little limited. It has secretly created a backdoor in the protocol, which allows it to bypass the main system and send you back. "But because it has a limited power supply, it can only send one person at a time. You go first, and I'll join you after." My heart clenched. The

They turned it into something much more powerful. But now? Now, our girls are in danger again. I don’t know from what yet, but the sight in front of me is enough to set anyone on edge. Bob the vampire is standing in the clearing, holding a young boy's heart in his hand like it’s a damn trophy. The thing is still beating, pulsing in his palm, dripping with crimson that stains the earth below. Everyone except the male wolves stands frozen, eyes wide, breath shallow. It's like the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for something worse to happen.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Robert appears like a troublemaker but he makes me chuckle a lot. "Well I recognize that the alpha certainly loves cherry pie" Robert smiled. He had been giving me random data about the alpha like this one for the last week or so. "So?" I asked. "So we should make him one! A way to a man's heart is honestly through his stomach" Robert stated as he patted his non existent belly and I giggled. "And what do you get out of this?" I asked.

“Well, I’ve always had a heart condition. This afternoon, I had another confrontation with that brat Danielle, and that was when my heart started to act up again.” “It’s no good pushing off heart condition like this. You should have gotten it looked at as soon as you can, Dean.” “Don't worry about me, Mr. Burt. I will deal with it as soon as I can–“ “There's no need to hurry. It’s not the kind of condition you can treat right away. Just make sure you take your time recovering in the hospital. I don't think you should be running for the next election in NTC again. I will find a suitable candidate to take your place.”

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it but then he looked away and just like that, we were outside. The cool air hit my face, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe. A small laugh escaped me. “I can’t believe that worked.” “Don’t celebrate yet,” Paige said. “You’re not safe.” Right. I pulled the robe tighter around me and walked toward the road. A cab slowed down almost immediately. “Where to?” the driver asked. I hesitated for a second, then I said it. “The Russo mansion.”

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

- Swayer's POV - After the last hour of school | hopped onto my motorcycle and zoomed off towards the fighting warehouse. This was the place where | could clear my mind. Today had been a busy day of girls constantly throwing themselves at me and kissing my ass. | had gotten so used to the fact that | was simply irresistible.