Our Missing Hearts: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Seek the Heart, protect the Haven. But be warned, for the shadows of the past are not just memories. They live, they watch, and they hunger for the Heart's return." As the echoes of the Old One's voice faded away, we were left in stunned silence, the weight of our destiny pressing down on us. The lost Heart of the Haven was not just a relic; it was the key to the survival of our world. And somewhere, in the depths of the Veiled Haven or beyond, it awaited — as did the shadows that once sought its power. The race to find the Heart had begun, and with it, a journey that would challenge the very core of our bond and destiny.

He cupped her face, kissed her once, twice, then just held her. “I’ve never loved anything more than I do right now,” he whispered. “You haven’t met them yet.” “I don’t need to,” he said. “They’re already perfect. They’re ours.” In the days that followed, the world moved on, unaware. The sanctuary buzzed with projects. Veritas launched its clean-data pledge. Grace began drafting a new anthology called Hearts We Inherit. But Nova moved through it all with quiet magic. She kept the news close, shared only with Hope, Zuri, and Ella.

My dad was just her current victim, and she’d brought along her dead ex-husband's daughter and a mountain of baggage. I missed Chloe. She was the only thing that made school—and my life—bearable, but lately, she was acting like I didn't exist. It didn't help that I hadn't been properly milked in days. The ache in my chest was almost as bad as the ache between my legs. I crawled into my massive bed, slipping my AirPods in to drown out the silence of the house. I pulled up a video, something raw and aggressive. It was a group of tall, muscular Black men absolutely wrecking a tiny blonde girl. They had her pinned, filling every single one of her holes at once.

Author Tina Nwuba: So guys, welcome to the continuation of “Heart of a Betrayed Wife”. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Most of the dramas in this book are going to take place in the main city of the story. ‘Blenka city’. I'm going to try my best to make this story worth your time. So, stick around to the end! Katherine's pov, Everything was a shock to me. I still see everything while awake. And even in my sleep, I haven't stopped dreaming about it.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

I can’t breathe. I’m pacing my room, replaying the shopping trip over and over until the humiliation burns behind my eyes. Lena’s mom. Mrs. Hart. That little girl. All of them ganging up on me like I’m the problem. Like I’m the one who doesn’t belong. They treated me like I was invisible. Like I was ridiculous. Like I was… wrong. And Lena just stood there, letting them defend her like she’s some fragile princess who needs rescuing.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

, and I found it simply too much of an eyesore. There was a huge crack running down the center of the plaque, as if representing the broken, shattered love that was left between Ariana and me. I closed my eyes and calmed myself down for a moment. Then, I opened my eyes again. My gaze was now clear and determined. I didn't want a love that was so shaky and rickety anymore. Ariana also wasn't worth any of the affection I had for her anymore. … It was almost 10:30 pm by the time I got back to the home that Ariana and I shared. I was just about to enter the bedroom when I suddenly saw what was going on inside.

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.