Novel & Cerita Paranoia Heartsteel

I commanded, my voice dropping into a sovereign register that made the hovel's foundation stones groan. The iron needle struck home, buried to the hilt inside the creature's chest cavity. For a split second, a triumphant surge of adrenaline hit my throat. The parasitic runes along the metal spike flared into a brilliant violet crimson, aggressively drinking from the molten ash circulating through his system. The dark-magic frequency wove directly into his heart line, and I expected to see the liquid fire drain from his flesh—expected a clean, clinical exorcism that would drop him to the floor as a restored, mortal Northern warrior.

"Do you like them? If it's not enough, I'll have more sent here." I shoved the screaming chicken into his hand with a deadpan expression. "It's for you, a breakup gift." Clutching the yellow screaming chicken, he stood there looking utterly stunned. Just when I expected him to snap, he looked down and squeezed it the way I had. After the chicken shrieked again, he lifted his head and looked at me with sparkling blue eyes. "Is this a token of our love? I was utterly speechless. Fine, I decided to take my words back. Oliver was not just a psychopath; his brain was wired into a planet's frequency completely different from that of a normal human.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

She gracefully looked toward the massive, heavy reinforced steel door. "Rohan," Kiara commanded lethally, her incredibly smooth voice echoing with pure destruction. "Completely stop breaking his mangled hand. Bring in the heavy, industrial-grade jumper cables. And explicitly connect the thick copper clamps directly to the heavy titanium cuffs violently securing his entirely bleeding, bare ankles. Let us completely test the absolute maximum electrical capacity of his highly stimulated, actively failing heart. I want to explicitly hear him violently scream the passcode when the raw, unfiltered voltage aggressively tears completely through his hyper-lucid brain."

Zoey dared not imagine the consequences of offending the successor of such a powerful corporation. A security guard immediately took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. Steve personally supported me, nodding repeatedly, his face filled with shaken relief. "Mr. Guzman, I'm so sorry. This was our failure in management. You must've been so frightened. Rest assured, we will take this matter very seriously." Ignoring him, I fixed my cold gaze on Yvonne. At that moment, there was no trace left of her earlier arrogance or smugness. She staggered toward me, forcing a submissive smile. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. I was just joking with them…"

He crouched, tilted my chin with one finger. “Morning, Spitfire. Phase Two is intimate.” I spat. He wiped it away, smiling. On the steel table behind him sat the Heartstone: the real one, black opal veined with gold, pulsing like a second heart. Beside it, a syringe filled with liquid mercury. A wall timer glowed: 71:52:14 Victor lifted the syringe. “Nanites. Six hours to turn Marco into my personal keycard. Unless you give me the ledger. The paper one. The one Javier died hiding.”

I hardly have slept for images of that dead girl and the fear of every noise. While I worry for him, I also fear him coming for me. Every sound or shadow cause me to lurch and jump. I have this feeling of an impending doom, like someone is out for me or going to betray me. Barima had told me once that before she got her premonitions, that she developed a strong paranoia, and that paranoia turned out to be advanced intuition. This does little to comfort me, only adding to my ever growing list of worries. Along with Noxodius possibly appearing out of nowhere.

This is not normal. “H-Hurry up,” I cleared my throat before I mustered strength to make a step out of his room. When I closed the door, I shut my eyes firmly and I almost lost all my strength. “Oh, shit.” I muttered as I placed my hand on my chest. I could feel its loud beating as if it wanted to get out of my chest. “What's going on?” “Fuck!” “What?!” My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Ace appeared all of a sudden. I glared at him immediately as I washed my hands on my face. That's when I realized that I was sweating coldly. I am not yet even starting to work out and train with Chase.

" But I am not making any pledges until I've something solid. These pitfalls are so vague, it's like they are trying to make us crazy." Lorne snarled," Paranoia's an affordable price to pay when you are dealing with adversaries who hide in the murk. More safe than sorry, that is my aphorism." Flora soughed, her voice laced with fatigue." I wish we could suppose that the worst is once, that the storm has passed. But with every new communication and every new creaking noise, I catch myself allowing that creeping fear that we are being chained. Not only by the outlanders, but by our own fears.".

Pools of the same black liquid they’d seen earlier dotted the floor, their surfaces rippling unnaturally despite the still air. In the center of the chamber stood a pedestal made of the same shimmering material as the walls. The Heart pulsed stronger in Sasha’s hands, as if urging her forward. “I don’t like this,” Ethan said, his voice tense. “It feels… wrong.” “It’s a trap,” Alaric said, drawing his sword. Sasha hesitated, her gaze flicking between the Heart and the pedestal. Every instinct screamed at her to stay away, but the Heart’s pull was undeniable.