Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

"Absolutely not. My heart still belongs to Anthony, you know that, and that's not happening, we both have people in our lives that we obviously care about. Mia chuckled softly. "I know, I know-just thought I'd ask. But seriously, Noah, not to shut yourself off completely. This is a new chapter in your life, and though it wasn't what you've expected, it can very well turn into something….unexpected, you never know NJ. Noah sighed, his words awakening the pang of sorrow whenever Anthony was brought up. He had been her first love, her everything, and though he was gone, that part of her still clung to the love she had had for him.

What kind of world was she living in? “ No, it is because…” Robbie dramatically paused causing everyone to look at him with questioning gazes. Only when he saw that he has achieved the dramatic effect that he wanted, he continued, “ The corpses that were found are missing their hearts, that psycho killer has ripped the hearts out of the bodies of the victims and many believes that this is something that only a witch can do.”

It’s something that has plagued me all afternoon as I saw it clear up enough for us to see through the trees and it lit a tiny candle of hope deep down in my heart. How long would that take? Days? Weeks? Months? I can’t live like this without him for even hours, so I don’t think I want to wait it out to see if this will just fade off and release them by itself. It’s only been one full day and my heart is bleeding with the absence of his touch, his laugh, his eternal warmth and attentive nature. I’m craving him like a drug that will kill me the longer I am without. The people are low, their hearts are heavy and the loss of our alpha hangs over all of us like a dark cloud.

Destroyed. And that's when I feel it. The bonds. All four of them. Pulsing. Strong. Permanent. Connected to a heart that's not beating.

With heavy hearts, they realize that the missing journal holds not only cherished memories but also deepest musings and emotions. A profound sense of loss washes over Bryan and Joe, as if a part of their souls has been taken away. The stolen journal symbolizes a breach in the sanctity of their private world, leaving them with a haunting sense of vulnerability. Determined to find answers and reclaim what is rightfully theirs, they vow to uncover the truth behind the journal's disappearance, for its absence weighs heavily upon their hearts and sparks a flicker of foreboding in their souls.

"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.

But we couldn’t get past to holding hands. “He and I meet every day, we see eye-to-eye, but our hearts just don’t meet. Even if I didn’t know who you were in my life, my heart, my mind, and my body were all occupied by you. I couldn’t get this close to him. It’s just you, Luther. Try as I might, my mind doesn’t remember you, but my heart does. I couldn’t miss something I don’t even remember, but if the constant pain in my heart whenever I see you on TV or whenever I hear your name on the radio indicates that it’s my heart’s way of missing you, then yes, I missed you, too, Luther.”

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…”

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."