Other-hearted Novels & Stories

“We sti​ll have t‌ime. We‍ can⁠ sti​ll make⁠ this⁠ work.” I stood there,‍ heart p‌ou‍nding, imaginin⁠g a life that⁠ almos‍t was. A l​ife with Stefa⁠n. P‍assionate ni⁠ghts, laughte‌r​, chaos. D​avid as our son. Another ba‌by on t‌he w‍ay. A life⁠ that felt inten‌se‍, reckle⁠ss, con‌sumin​g. And p​ainfully famil⁠iar.

Just then the door bell rang. The pain of one heart can only be lived and felt by another heart, and that other heart is nothing but a piece of the same heart... All Hearts !

Alpha patted on her back, while still staring inside, the tray held a beating heart, which was full of blood pumping out, as fresh as if recently pulled out of some animal. "My prayers will render it beating through out, it will be alive forever, till you find you destination. Then you will be triumph and control the rest of the hearts of each and every one in the world, with the love inside this feminine heart. I pray thee, this heart beats forever, and you get stronger with it. Let it not wither, else you wither too!", his voice echoed in the room, as he spoke while holding the heart high in his hands, and putting it in the box, locking it from the above.

" You ..how could you, he's such a bastard, and you are worst of them all. Don't you know how heartless he is," " That's punishment enough for you, especially since you rejected me. But at least I did something good for you, getting you off the clutches of that old man. I'm sure you aren't like your sister who didn't let him touch her. By now you could have been pregnant with his baby," " Enough with the games Karl, what do you want?"

I could understand Cameron's situation, his girlfriend was flying to Canada and he wasn't going to be alone with Nora and me partying from party to party, but Oliver was a fourth-rate womanizer who signed up for everything. "We'll talk when you don't have a hangover," he muttered under his breath, and I felt his hand in my blonde hair almost like a caress. "Dyed." "Asshole."

I silently stood outside the private dining room with clenched fists. Oscar said, "Why are you still calling me "Mr. Bennett"? We're family now. Just call me Oscar." Margaret added, "Exactly. Lincoln, don't be so formal. I wish you were my son-in-law ten years ago." Caleb beamed. "Come on, Dad, just treat us like family now. And I can finally call you my dad!" Lincoln grinned and greeted, "Oscar, Margaret, and my sweet boy." Then, he leaned over and kissed Claire on the cheek. "Honey."

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

And somewhere deep in the distance, the faint echo of a heartbeat pulsed once. Then…

The fourth Node was not a machine, nor was it a pool of lava; it was a localized, sentient storm trapped in a crystalline lattice that predated the birth of the moon. In the center of the highest, most ancient Isle, we found the Heart. It was a sphere of swirling white mist and jagged, sapphire lightning, suspended in a ring of floating, rune-carved pillars that seemed to hum at a frequency that resonated in the very marrow of my bones. The sound it made was a low, constant thrum—the heartbeat of the world's atmosphere.

But not broken. Ethan’s eyes snapped open. Silver light surged— Not outward. But shared. “You keep saying that,” Ethan said slowly, rising. “That I’m alone.” The darkness recoiled slightly. “But you’re wrong.” The silver threads around him began to glow again—one by one, reconnecting, stabilizing. “Because even here…” Ethan looked directly at the Heart. “…they’re with me.” --- The Clash of Cores The Heart roared—its form expanding violently, trying to overwhelm him completely.