Inkheart Movie Novels & Stories

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.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

Jonathan's tone was calm, but his eyes held a sharp, ruthless look, tinged with disgust. Isabella knew that Jonathan had invested in several films, and her earlier attempts to get close to him had been with the hope of securing a role in one of them. She certainly didn't want to offend him. Thinking about how unlucky she had been lately—experiencing the life of a hostess, now forced to drink—tears welled up in her eyes. "Mr. Sinclair, I... I'll drink," she stammered.

Their parents had known each other for years. Jameson and Sylvia practically grew up together. It was a classic childhood sweetheart story. They started dating in high school, and both families fully supported their relationship. However, during their freshman year of college, Sylvia insisted on taking Jameson on a hiking trip. That was when the accident happened. She left him injured and unconscious. Then, she fled the country. After that, the elders of the Hart family changed their opinion of her completely. Jameson still remembered how he had fallen off the cliff trying to save her. His survival instincts kicked in, and he grabbed hold of the roots of a tree.

Scott went mad, using every method he thought of to recharge the heart Wendy left behind. Mary sneered. "Why are you so hung up over a fake heart? Her real heart was shattered a long time ago!" But Scott couldn't hear anyone anymore. He summoned his tech team, insisting on prying the heart open, but no one could do it anymore after the professor passed away. When they finally forced it open with tools, a puddle of blood spilled out from the metallic heart. It was Wendy's blood. Finally, Scott lost his mind. He smeared the blood all over his face, and pressed it on his chest, over his heart. The last part of Wendy that he could cling onto.

She had come back a few months ago, after a small werewolf had freed her from the clutches of witches and rogues. He knew Hanna was traumatized, but she hid it, so he did everything to see her smile. That included throwing parties and treating her friends as if they were royal. One day, she will find her fated fireheart, and Boris hopes that her fireheart was a dragon in the clã, or that he will join the clã. He can't lose her. All dragons have an incomplete fire in their heart, but when they find their fated fireheart, that fire never goes out, and they love forever. They only love one dragon in all their long lives. Even after death, they won't be able to love another dragon.

Her eyes told him she meant what she said. He smiled gently at her, but inside his evil heart was laughing evilly. He then hugged her in his arms. She hugged him back with a happy smile on her face. The sun who was watching them from the window sighed at Aurora's stupidity. Aurora didn't realize she was hugging the evil demon who wanted her head so badly. ********

Separating two lovers was not a good idea to her. “He knew the consequences of his action , trust me . By the way, prince Ivar was forced to marry the bride. Staying away from her will benefit him too .” Princess Elsa bowed her head. Her brother’s madness was becoming known to the world. Sooner or later, people were going to find out that he was a vampire. The monster that hunted the people for decades. Their biological mother, Empress Silvia died many years ago. Her absence caused nothing but pain to Ivar. He became colder after his heart was broken.

She didn't know why she dreaded the big three-oh quite so much, but she did. "Infant," Summer scoffed from her own point of view at the advanced age of not-quite thirty-two. Her sky-blue eyes studied Star carefully. "If you're sure you'll be okay, honey, I'll back off. But if you need anything, promise us you'll call." Star gave her sister a three-fingered salute. "Scouts' honor. Now let me double check those Halloween card proofs then get the hell out of here for my long weekend."

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.