Of Harrowed Hearts Novelas e Histórias

Felix Sterling had a thing for women who reminded him of his first love. I happened to look about eighty percent like the woman he had lost. Because of that, he spoiled me rotten and turned me into a spoiled, arrogant woman who got whatever she wanted. Whenever some foolish woman dared to provoke me, I would track down her home, even at three in the morning, and slap her dozens of times. Felix never said a harsh word to me. He simply cleaned up the messes I left behind. That was until a woman who looked even more like his first love appeared. Her name was Vivian Hart. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. With tears in her eyes, she pleaded, “I heard you’re really good at

The north ridge was a long flat spine of rock and thin soil with a clear view in three directions, the packhouse below to the south, the mountain continuing up to the north, and to the east a long drop into the valley where the creek ran wide and shallow. A figure stood at the far end of the ridge. Robed, which was archaic but apparently still in practice among old line practitioners. The figure had not heard us yet. Their attention was entirely on what they were doing, both hands raised and the air around them carrying the cold precise frequency of the Harrow working. Ezra put his hand on my shoulder without being asked. I reached into the sentinel sense and found Garrett and Sylvie's bond,

"That is a Harrowed Beast." The Harrowed are beings born from failed magic—souls distorted by the same curse linked to Aria’s lineage. They are uncommon… and lethal. The creature charged with alarming swiftness. Leon pushed Aria aside and transformed completely, confronting the beast directly. Their impact reverberated through the ground. Leon attempted to subdue it, but the beast resisted like a being with nothing to lose—savage, frantic, brutal. Aria rose unsteadily, dread coiling in her stomach. Leon was not prevailing. The beast’s claws slashed at his side, causing blood to spray across the foliage.

Haria doesn't have a problem with that matter as she is also worried that Christian might be harmed especially since her brother and the soldiers of the Blue Blood Pack are looking for Jacob. Haria felt somewhat happy and excited about meeting Jacob again. She really wanted to see and be with her son again. But in her thinking about that matter, it seems that it's not the only reason that her heart was saying. It seems that she is not only excited to see Christian again, but also excited to see Jacob. Then, her chest suddenly throbbed faster as she thought about that. Until she gently touched it and felt those strange feelings coming from her heart. ------^^^°^^^------

The hate in them burned steadily, colder than the air. My legs felt heavy, as though they belonged to someone else. Each step echoed in my chest louder than my heartbeat. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat, in my ears, pulsing behind my eyes. The altar waited ahead, looking at a simple dark stone raised on short pillars. Deep carvings of crescent moons and stars covered the top, worn smooth from years of blood offerings. Harlan stood there, tall and serious, the small ceremonial knife already in his hand. The blade caught the light and flashed once, quick and bright.

Abby blurted out. I froze. That idiot... Did he really think he could just purchase my affection back? "And that’s not even the craziest part." Abby’s tone shifted strangely. "He went through with eye-replacement surgery." My heart skipped violently. My pulse spiked. "The specialists warned him that his inability to recognize faces is rooted in his mind, not his eyes. The procedure is incredibly dangerous, with less than a thirty percent chance of working. Yet, he signed the papers anyway. "He told them that before he finalized the divorce, he needed to truly see you, just one time."

I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start." My lips quivered, tears threatening to spill. "In this life, I no longer want you. All I ask is that you leave me in peace." His breath hitched, his expression a tangle of anguish and conflict. "And if I refuse?" I stepped back, my voice steady. "You don't know, do you? I am Spring. I have countless ways to make you suffer." His eyes widened, his voice failing him. ... Maurice later informed me that Valerie, far from retreating, had doubled down.

She stared into his brown eyes. Unrequited love is the worst. It never quenches your thirst. When you love someone the most, but they treat you like a ghost. You don't exist to them, even if they're your gem. It hurts your heart and tears you apart. Your soul gives a desperate plea, for them to just see, that you're right in front of their eyes. Only once it's too late, they realize. It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest.

I send up a prayer, and plunge the dagger back in her chest so I can cut out her heart. Twenty minutes later, it’s all over. The zombies lie where they fell. Harriet’s mutilated corpse is staining the grass red. The swamp is quiet. I stare at the heart in my hand. It’s still pumping away, despite the massive hole in it, but with every contraction of the muscle, it grows a little weaker. The corpse, however, is stock-still and growing colder by the minute. I throw the heart on the ground and step on it. The last of her blood spatters over my boots and jeans.

Noah hit the marble floor with the rhythmic clatter of heels as she walked down the hall toward her office. Long shadows stretched across polished floors, greeting her reflections with the morning sun bursting through the tall windows. Noah took a deep breath; the faint scent of fresh coffee still lingered in the air, mingling with her nerves. She wasn't anxious-she was ready.