Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

Someday when Alex was ready, when she wasn't about to concentrate on law school, she could discover what I would soon be leaving. It was a good tale, a story of fabrication, and one I knew was a lie. The pain within me from the moment we woke was too intense. The evidence pointed to one conclusion: Nox hadn't taken a piece of my heart. He had the entire thing. Repair would never come. It wasn't possible to repair what no longer existed. With each breath, the void of my missing heart ached in my chest.

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

Grace’s POV Five Years Later The alarm doesn’t go off. It never does anymore. My body just knows. I lie there for a minute doing what I do every morning. Listening. Three steady rhythms. Three separate pulses. Each distinct. Each familiar in a way that feels almost as though they are a part of me. It should be impossible. Being able to hear their hearts beat. But since their birth I have ruled that word out of my vocabulary. Moritz. Mason. Melantha.

“His heart is steady.” “That’s not what I asked,” I snapped. Elijah swallowed. “Some children… some powerful ones… they’re quiet.” “Quiet is not silent,” I said. The healers exchanged looks they thought I did not see. I felt it then. A hollow place inside my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Absence. I pressed my palm over my heart. “Something is gone.” Kieran’s voice dropped. “Nova.” “I gave something,” I said. “When the fire left me. I didn’t just burn it out. I lost something.”

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours. I kissed Marco’s forehead, Mamá’s cheek, Alexander’s lips, Lila’s scarred hand. “It’s over,” I whispered, voice breaking. “We’re free.” But the subway grate hissed one final time. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in Javier’s handwriting: VOLUME V: THE FINAL HEART. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

they were taken last, I kick a few meters of the intestine scrunching up the scarred pieces of feces amidst the blood, the open cavity showing a perforated colon, a kidney, I kick out a few pieces of the torn liver finding the other kidney far away from where it should be, the stomach out of place and I finally manage to see what's missing A heart. I draw in a sharp breath through the stench of present death, walking through the bodies finding kidneys, livers, mangled lungs, and no heart. Without a fucking heart, five soldiers mutilated and left without their hearts ripped apart like meat in a butcher shop and without any heart, I walked out of the metal box going straight to meet the strong

“Do the Blood Moon pack have something to do with these rumours of yours?” “I–“ he cut himself off. His chest stirred, in the very place he had thought would never ache or lust or love ever again. Something snapped into place beside his heart: an echo of his own heartbeat, thumping out a secondary rhythm alongside his own. It settled, warm and soft as summer rain down his breastbone.

“Remember, Elena. We’re all playing the same game. But in the end, not all of us will win.” And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. Seeing Ethan again stirred san unsettling mix of emotions within her, something dangerously close to longing. Taking a deep breath, she tried to clear her mind, forcing herself to focus. She collapsed on the chair, rubbing at her temple as she processed everything she’d heard. A screm of frustration escaped her lips as she upturned the coffee table and kicked at the documents that fell in a pile at her feet. Moments later, she was spent but sat on the ground heaving dryly as she mourned everything and everyone she’d lost.

He only focused on blaming me after our parents died and never looked at my test reports. I wondered if he had been more patient, would I still be alive? Soon, his assistant rushed over while panting. Deep sympathy appeared on his face when he saw my brother. "Boss, this may be a very heavy blow to you, but I still have to tell you… Miss Wendy died because her heart was removed. She signed an organ donation agreement while she was alive. Her heart…" The assistant cautiously glanced at Yvette. Then, he continued, "Her heart was donated to Miss Yvette. The donor's family we were trying to find back then was you, sir."