Other-hearted Novels & Stories

“Alter the very essence of being… that’s… vague, but promising. Keep going.” Veronica continued, her voice gaining momentum. “’The Heart, forged in the fires of Mount Cinder and imbued with the tears of the celestial twins, possesses the power to mend what is broken and to bind what is torn. But beware, for its power is not without peril. The resonance, if uncontrolled, can lead to… unforeseen consequences.’” “Unforeseen consequences,” Isabella repeated, her voice laced with irony. “Like swapping your soul with your best friend’s mother?”

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

The rhythmic beats emanating from the machine echoed the palpitations of his heart, a synchronization of life forces that transcended the mundane. In that pulse, he found a testament to the extraordinary. The oximeter's display danced with vitality, announcing Olga's continued existence in a symphony of numbers and blips. She had traversed the boundaries between life and the unknown, returning from a place where whispers of mortality dared to tread.

My heart clenched. “Do you remember Paris?” he asked suddenly. My breath hitched. “How could I forget?” Lorenzo smiled faintly, the memory softening his features. “There’s something I told you that night. Something I never explained.” He straightened, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he recited, “Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je t’aime davantage, Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain.” My lips parted in shock. “you never told me the meaning. What does it mean?”

That's the problem - I considered myself family," I said, my voice shaking. I think they had finally begun to analyze the string of things I had said, but it was too late because now everything was clear. While I loved them, and I could give my life for them, they only appreciated me - an ephemeral and replaceable feeling. Damn, I had told them, I loved them, but that feeling had arisen twisted and macabre for the wolves. My neck bore the mark of their family, my chest bore the mark of their brotherhood - the ace of hearts carved with ink - but that seemed to not be enough for them.

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

she countered, her lips curving faintly, “I’m just very good at not being noticed.” His smile deepened, slow and deliberate, like someone savoring the first taste of a game worth playing. “I find that hard to believe.” She let her gaze drift past him toward the auction stage, a calculated dismissal, as if their exchange were nothing more than idle politeness. “Belief,” she murmured, “is optional.” He followed her line of sight—briefly—but his focus returned to her, sharpened. “Perhaps. But I have a feeling,” his eyes caught hers in a way that felt more like a promise than a prediction, “we’ll see each other again before the night ends.”

“It is already doing it.” Silence. She stared at the screen. Then whispered, “So what name does it give us.” That question changed the room again. Even the system seemed to pause. Then the text updated. Slowly. Deliberately. COHERENCE ENTITY DESIGNATION: “A-01/A-02 INTERLOCKED HEART STATE” Silence. Anna blinked slowly. “…interlocked heart state.” Adrian read it silently again. Then said quietly, “That is not standard nomenclature.”

"I thought Yvonne married into a wealthy family. Turns out she picked up deadweight." "Serves him right. He's a loser but still acts arrogant. He deserves what he's getting." Every cruel word stabbed into my ears like tiny daggers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point arguing with people who were about to die.