Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

The two have a little more talk about detective stuff so I turned to my heel. I was about to leave his side when his younger colleague uttered words that felt like I dived right in the middle of a frozen lake. “All of them have missing hearts while their other organs remain intact, aside from the fact that their skin was ripped right from their bodies…”

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

I missed the way he looked at me, as if I was the only person in his world. I missed the intensity of his anger, a manifestation of his protective nature. I missed the commanding sound of his voice, a reassuring anchor in the chaos. My feelings for Alexei, though confusing and complicated, were undeniable. The ache in my chest intensified with each passing moment. I would give anything to break free from this room, to return to Alexei's side, to feel his protective presence around me. In the quiet loneliness of that dimly lit room, my only solace was the hope that Alexei would find me soon, that he would rescue me from this nightmare. I clung to the memories of him, the only light in the dar

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

With a deep, guttural cry, he raises his head to the heavens, the name of his beloved escaping his lips in a desperate plea for solace amidst the pain and agony that grips his soul. "Audrey!" At this moment, the harsh realization sets in like a dagger to his heart – Audrey will never again be by his side, their future together forever shattered by the cruel hand of fate. The mere thought of a life without her presence sends a shiver down his spine, leaving him adrift in a sea of loneliness and sorrow. As the priest's solemn words break through the silence, signaling the finality of the moment, four figures approach, their movements purposeful and somber.

After that, no preschool would accept him. Oscar was furious and heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do as no one would help them. In the end, he dragged Neville with him to pick through trash. The next time I saw them, it was on a street lined with food stalls. Both Oscar and Neville were filthy and disheveled, digging through bins one by one. Meanwhile, I was sitting in my luxury car, on my way to pick up Hannah's favorite—a custom-made Queen's Cake.

Freckled with silver ash and tears. “I know,” I said softly. “That’s why you’re still you.” Her eyes searched mine, desperate. “What happens now?” I swallowed. The truth burned on my tongue—not as prophecy, not as fate, but as consequence. “Now?” I said. “Now we finish what it started.” The Heart convulsed again. This time, it wasn’t reacting to us. It was dying. White peeled away faster now, revealing vast, hollow spaces beyond—corridors that led nowhere, shelves collapsing into dust, entire histories sloughing off the walls like dead skin. I could feel the Ledger trying to retreat, pulling its remaining structures inward, consolidating what it could salvage.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

In his hand, he held a Scythe of Living Memory, its blade flickering with the faces of everyone I had ever lost. "You should have taken the 'Happy-Harvest,' Darlene," the Elder-Jackson spoke. His voice was a dry, melodic harmony that carried the weight of fifty years of "Not Enough". "The Second Layer is where we store the Audit of the Heart. It’s the place where the High Council keeps the things you said you’d never forgive". "I don't need your forgiveness, Jackson!" I hissed, my Sun-Walker fire igniting with a lethal, emerald-white brilliance.

Alan stood there, icy and aloof, gazing down at me. "I told you, you can't run from me. I'll always find you." His voice was icy, emotionless. "You're a perfect heart match for Jessica. There's an organ donation form here. Sign it." I stared at the form, terror gripping me. Memories of a previous life, signing a similar form and then being struck by a truck, flooded my mind. The agony of shattered bones seemed to echo in my body. I shook uncontrollably, teeth gritted, forcing out the words, "No way. Not happening!"