Into My Heart Movie Novels & Stories

I shrieked. I didn't think so. I didn't breathe. I dived. My body felt heavy and real now, but the blue energy from the Black Heart drive was still humming in my skin. I threw myself across the tunnel, my fingers reaching for Elle’s jacket. I tackled her hard, our bodies crashing into the side of the film strip. The bullet whistled past my ear. It didn't hit the wall. It hit a frame of the movie behind us. CRACK. The film frame shattered like glass. I looked up and saw the scene where Bryan and I first met. The bullet had punched a hole right through his face in the picture. Immediately, the hallway began to tilt. The colors started to leak out of the walls, turning into a muddy gray.

Warmth and desire spreading through me in a warm rush making me take a deep breath. I adjust my body a bit and I find myself almost on top of him now not on purpose. My breath hitches my heartbeat increasing. I can feel his heart beat tii now... The movie is still playing in the background but all I can hear is Desminds' heart racing. He takes a desk breath low and sharp, and he calls my name as if he is in need of something only I can give him…. “Aaliyah…”

My heart is out of my mouth, following the cigarette down into the traffic, and some detached part of my mind is wondering if I’ll hit a street vendor cart, a pedestrian, or just pavement and thinking, scream on the way down so you don’t kill anybody, but they haven’t dropped me, they haven’t dropped me, and that’s good, that means they want to talk. I wriggle a little, try to turn my head and get a look at my assailants, but one leg slips through the grip a few inches, so I give up. Somehow my heart that should be splattered like a tomato on the sidewalk for falling out of my mouth is still stampeding in my chest. “What you want with Sammy Fong, dickhead?” A Chinese accent. I can’t pull eno

"I'm here, my love. Let's dream together until you decide to wake up." THE END

Even he was surprised at how much he had come to understand her without realizing it. Last night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, he sat alone in the living room, watching the romantic movies she had stockpiled at home. Most were films they had watched together, filled with passionate love and heartache. At familiar, emotionally charged scenes, he would habitually say to the person next to him, "We agreed no more crying," only to realize there was no one there, just emptiness, including in his heart. Somehow, she had walked into his heart. If this was a game of love, he admitted defeat, a total loss, along with his heart.

And the thing that makes me hold my breath, is the feeling of his heart beating rapidly in his chest, banging against my ear. It's the most beautiful, electrifying noise. The beat of his heart is like music to my ears and it's a song I can play over and over again. When the movie ends, I lift my head off of Crayvin's chest and sit at the edge of the bed, checking the time. We have one hour to get ready and head to work. I lift my arms in the air and stretch as I turn my head to look back at Crayvin. I thought he had been asleep since he didn't say a word during the movie, but I was dead wrong.

Cullen asked as he was quite lost from the information that Heart was telling to him. Heart looked away and smiled gently even though her eyes were screaming sadness. Cullen was all ears to her. “Three months ago, it was my boyfriend and I’s anniversary, we were supposed to have a date in Shibuya Sky. So, when we were in Shibuya Crossing, I was supposed to be hit by a car but Dimitri, my boyfriend saved me. Now, he is still in comatose state.” Heart said and she suddenly wailed loudly. She could not control herself because of the grief, guilt and pain. Cullen’s eyes widened as Heart removed her eyeglasses and then cupped her eyes while wailing. He could not do anything but to watch her. She

“Nero…I—” I want to move past this, throw everything away and just move on, but my brain won’t let me, she keeps reminding me of the past, of when I was hurt badly. So, my leg hangs over the still water, afraid to step in. “Shhh—” He stops me. “Take as much time as you want. I’ll be right here waiting for you,” he says, understanding my unspoken words. I nod, resting my head against the steady beat of his heart. As the movie plays on, a quiet hope takes root. This is the happiest I’ve ever been, and the most terrified I’ve ever been that it might end.

With that, I squeeze hard, and he groans, then I rip his heart from his chest. He collapses, dead, his eyes wide in frozen terror. I sit on the edge of the bed. It isn't long before I hear Angel's movements. The bathroom door opens seconds later, and she looks confused. Her eyes widen when she sees me, her body trembling as she supports herself on the doorframe. I hold out the heart, still warm, dripping through my fingers. Her expression ashen, her heart beating wildly as she looks at the heart in my hand. “Angel,” I breathe, my voice shaking with possessive relief. I’ve missed her so much. “I brought you a gift.”

“Then we move now.” They sprinted down the hall, past junctions that flickered with warning lights and doors that shuddered from pressure breaches. The sound of distant drilling vibrated through the walls like an approaching storm. As they ran, Adrian’s mind churned. A fragment. A resonance. A connection to the Heart he never knew existed. And the infiltrator’s dying words echoed relentlessly: You carry the fragment. The unstable shard. The echo that will shatter it. Why would stabilizing the Heart require a sacrifice?