Life Series Hearts Novels & Stories

"Okay, okay. You don't have to make a speech mentioning all that I am doing. My girlfriend and I will have a date." "Your girlfriend? You mean, Heartly?" He nodded. "Yes." "Oh." I smiled. My brother knows what love is. Heartly and Zhairo have been together for four years now, and their relationship is tough. It was his last follow-up check-up back then when he met Heartly, and everything about them started. It's not my story to tell though, but knowing their situation, I just hope they won't end up like me and Dion. "When will I meet her again? It's been a while since I last saw her."

She reached out and gently adjusted Daphne's IV, giving a weak but reassuring smile. Daphne's breath caught in her throat as tears welled in her eyes. She was tired—tired of the pain, the fear, the constant uncertainty that seemed to shadow every corner of her life. Staring up at the hospital ceiling, her thoughts drifted to how it had all unravelled so quickly. She had never imagined this for herself being trapped in a cycle of abuse, hiding her exhaustion behind forced smiles, and now lying in a hospital bed, uncertain of her baby’s fate.

"It's a good thing you won't be able to see your mate again, and it's also good for her. She'll be free of the pain you've caused her everyday." I then shifted and ripped out his throat, before I began clawing at his chest till I got to his heart. I shifted back as I ripped it out of his chest. I bowed my head down at the deck. "Protect his mate and may he get what he deserves in hell." I muttered, before I sat back up and took a bite out of his heart. I was still eating it, when Marlowe and the rest of the crew came back with crates. I could smell blood coming from one. Pigs blood. I ate the last of the heart and stood up.

"I don’t care about the bond. I won’t let it control my life. You mean nothing to me, and you never will." Each word felt like a dagger had been pierced into my chest. I clutched at my heart, the pain unbearable. "Please," I begged through my tears, "Don’t do this to me. Don’t reject me." I won’t be able to last the pain. I’m not saying he should accept me but he shouldn’t reject me.

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.

Viviane But even in the face of my refusal to live any kind of loving relationship, João Pedro and I had agreed that if any of us knew someone special and wanted to live this relationship, we would separate amicably and our family would have to accept our decision. Our daughter would continue to be supported by the Mendes de Albuquerque family and, even being with other people, we would still be the usual friends, now with an even stronger bond, which is our little Sarah.

Well… fingers crossed. “So… you finally decide to hit me after all these years. Thought you were done with business with ‘our kind’ as you called it that day.” “Look Chris, I’m sorry about that day and I know that—” “Do you know how much money I lost that day because of you?” “Look man.” “I should’ve definitely had someone on your ass months ago. Only reason you’re still breathing is because your mom—” “Is dying Chris” he sniffed. Trying his best not to break down, he accidentally locked eyes with Marcus on the other end of the room. He wasn’t calling anyone anymore. Meaning Chris was his last hope.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

“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.”

"What we need. Specifically. Particularly. Non-replicably." Cyrus held them, the terror that was subsiding, the presence that was replacing it, the love that was not conditional on survival but was absolutely, desperately, specifically invested in it. He felt Arthie's heart rate through the racing suit, the residual elevation that was normal, appropriate, the rhythm that was regular, the life that was continuing. "Your rate," he murmured, the doctor that was always present. "At Eau Rouge. One-sixty-five. Above threshold."