Of Harrowed Hearts Novels & Stories

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

Harriet’s voice echoed again. “Daddy… please… help Mommy…” My whole body froze. Daddy. My wolf growled ferociously. She’s yours. Ours. “Harriet… is mine?” Yes, my wolf whispered. And she’s in danger. The image was shaky, depicting Harriet falling against Ari and both trembling, as well as covered in blood and dirt. Then the image shattered. Darkness returned. My breath came in gasps. Ari. Harriet. Both running. Both hurt. Both hunted.

She shifted slightly, crossing her arms defensively, her eyes narrowing. Lorenzo moved swiftly, pulling her toward him with a sudden strength that sent a jolt through her. She tensed instantly, every muscle in her body coiling tight as his fingers brushed against her waist, seeking out the hidden knives. Her pulse quickened, each beat hammering in her ears as his hands moved with unsettling precision, disarming her with a calm she didn’t expect.

she groaned, crossing her arms. He raised a brow. “Oh no, darling. No secrets, no scan. That’s the deal.” She was cornered, she begrudgingly recounted what happened that morning—every petty, jealous detail. Harold leaned back in his chair, barely suppressing a grin as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s so funny?” He chuckled. “You don’t have a heart condition, Dr. Aria. You’re just... experiencing a classic case of romantic jealousy. Quite serious, but not fatal.”

"I thought he would change. I also saw you loved him so much, and I can't see you broken heart. And when I heard tiding that you two were married this year, I thought Ethan had changed. But I was wrong about it. He's having an affair with a girl who lives far from Seattle." Tabitha did not respond to what her good friends said. She can't blame anyone else for her broken heart and how Ethan betrayed her. A long time ago, it should be competent to see the truth, but Tabitha deeply falls into blind love instead. She adores Ethan and trusts him.

he said, his voice heavy with sorrow. Harriet's eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Wade, please, I love you. I never meant for any of this to happen," she pleaded, reaching out to him. But Wade's resolve remained firm. "I can't trust you anymore," he uttered, his voice cracking with pain. "Go, before I change my mind." Heartbroken and lost, Harriet fled into the darkness, her steps heavy with sorrow. She found herself wandering aimlessly, consumed by guilt and despair. The shadows of the forest seemed to swallow her whole.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

I plucked my earphones in instead and pretended as if there's an emotional music playing tugging on my heart strings even though my phone's battery is dead. One, two, three, and four quiet sobs. It's such a regret that I brought no handkerchief or at least a cap that could hide my face. This is embarrassing, but I can't also help myself. It hurts a lot and the thoughts just keeps on coming back. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about him and what happened earlier. His answers to my questions acted as million knives continuously stabbing me everywhere.

She defied Soloman Hart, despite his many warnings, and now she was about to pay the consequences. He got into the Koenigsegg with her and fired the engine. Someone pulled Wendell out of the way, thank god, because she was certain Soloman would've run over him if he was still laying in the dirt. She stared helplessly out the window as they sped away from what should have been her shining moment of victory. She wondered if she would even see the prize money or if Soloman would lock her up so tight she would never even hear the words Sparrow Hawk Cup again, let alone speak to the race organizers. She glanced sideways at his terrifyingly sinister visage and decided she would wait until later to

Aslan had woken up from his sleep sweating. He muttered a prayer, rubbing at his temple to wipe away the remnants of his nightmare. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, forcing his racing heart to calm down. His nightmare was vivid and he felt a sudden pain tug at his heart. He felt as if he was living the events that took place over and over again. His heart constricted with pain and he felt his body shake as fear overtook him. It was back, his nightmare was back. He had feared for that moment but it was already here and there's nothing he could do about it but brace himself for the worse.