Hobo Heart Novels & Stories

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

Hope’s hand went to her chest. Thump. Again. She looked at the others. “Do you hear that?” Adrian shook his head. “Hear what?” “The heartbeat.” Everyone looked at one another. Seraphina slowly approached. “I hear it.” Hope looked at her. “What is it?” Seraphina’s expression became serious. “The Heart of Creation.” Hope swallowed. “It sounds like a human heart.” “That is because it is.” Hope stared at the chamber. “You said it was alive.” “It is.”

“What’s the matter? Did the Sovereign’s paycheck bounce?” “This isn't about money. It’s about survival—yours and potentially mine,” Toby said, his voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper. He stepped closer, his eyes darting toward the surveillance drones hovering near the ceiling. “The Ashen Fangs aren't just roaming the borders anymore. They’ve been mobilized. Someone is paying them a fortune in pure, unfiltered blood-tithes to hunt you specifically. They aren't looking to bring you back to Zilo. They’re looking to tear you apart so nobody can have the Heartstone.”

The hobo stood there fearlessly watching all along. Nolan didn't care. He just walked back to where he'd come. Then the hobo clicked his tongue. “Fucking paparazzi."

Hobart had arrived, hauling a significant cache of machine parts—an unexpected development that sent shockwaves through the base. Unbeknownst to Hobart, his impulsive actions had ignited a fierce ire within Zilla, fueled by the fear of attracting Alexander's attention. While Hobart remained engrossed in overseeing the unloading of the machine parts, his momentary lapse in judgment earned him a forceful slap from Zilla. This ill-conceived attempt to win favor only served to escalate tensions, prompting Zilla to swiftly order Hobart's departure after the parts were unloaded. Were it not for Zilla's need for talents, he would have hesitated little in ending Hobart's life then and there.

The sound of this click seemed to have woken the hiker up. "What of our backup? They should be here now shouldn't they?' he asked, turning to Lobo. "Will they even be able to find us? Muttered Mateo. He glanced at the door with a worried look. "You!.." Lobo hit HD on the shoulder from behind. "The doors. Leave them open!" He ordered. HD snorted but replied because he had no choice. "The doors are programmed to lock up automatically. There is nothing I can do about it.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

It was true that he could not fight anymore. Just then, Gobo let out an enraged roar that somehow sounded deflated. However, he continued to fight and pounced at Wilbur. Gobo's eyes were bloodshot and all his hair was standing up. He looked like an actual beast then. A regular human being would probably be scared to death by such a sight. Gobo was covered in wounds and drenched in blood. There was a hole where his heart was supposed to be, and his head was dangling to the side. However, he was still fighting and was even more vicious than ever.

"Hah!" Hearing how skeptical Horey was, Huub snatched Helen's phone right then and snapped coolly, "Listen closely! I am Huub Droitner, heir to Droitner Inc.! That so-called Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?! I have it too! And I'm now demanding that you free your hostage!"

But as he stepped closer to hug me, his kinetic energy abruptly flatlined. His hyper-accelerated nervous system registered the sluggish, agonizingly slow capillary refill in my skin and the heavy, calcified rhythm in my chest. Toby stumbled backward, his hands raising defensively as if the air itself had just burned him. "No," Toby stammered, his eyes darting frantically between me and Killian. "No, your heart rate is twenty-eight. The valves are stiff. The... the quartz." "Toby" I started, reaching out for him.