Play Hearts Vex Novels & Stories

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

The save that was brilliant and dangerous, the skill that was his gift and his damage. He returned to the garage, the adrenaline that was still metabolizing, the hands that were shaking slightly. Cyrus was there, official capacity, professional distance — the constraints that were permeable. "Your heart rate," Cyrus said, the observation that was medical and intimate. "Peaked at 185. Sustained tachycardia. The correction in 12 —" "I know," Theo interrupted, not defensive, aware. "Too aggressive. The chaos that is not channeled. The —" He paused, finding the word they had taught him. "The velocity without presence."

Phoebe asked, her question making him glance back at her. "I'm not pursuing her," he said, his expression somber. "I've lost her love. I think all I want now is to see her happy." Phoebe's eyes narrowed slightly. "What other evidence do you need to believe she cheated on you?" She asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Archie's response was simple, yet heart-wrenching. "You are all the evidence I need. But even after seeing that, my heart still beats for her. I try to hate her, but I just can't."

Every creak of the old floorboards beneath her felt like a scream. “He didn’t leave,” Cass said under her breath. “Men like that don’t vanish.” “No,” Leo agreed. “They reposition.” The sound came then—barely audible, but unmistakable. A scrape against metal. A subtle weight against the fire escape outside. Cass’s pulse spiked. She grabbed the nearest blade from her desk drawer, cold steel anchoring her as adrenaline surged. Leo’s eyes found hers in the gloom, wordless agreement passing between them. The lock on the window rattled.

But Jeffrey was oblivious to the shift in fortunes. His opportunity to play the hero had vanished. Cameron Walker, a childhood friend with whom I grew up, had stepped in to save my company. Quiet, reserved, and usually a man of few words, Cameron had always had a knack for caring for others. On the day we graduated from university, he revealed his long-held feelings for me. He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place.

He put the envelope on the bed then sat beside me. “I have seen him do stuff, El. Stuff that… that normal people do not usually do. Or do not do, like, at all.” With shaking hands, I opened the cursed envelope and was greeted with even more cursed photos. There, in colored print, very clear and recognizable, was Hugo; doing things that only us do. Us, vampires. I felt like crying. “How did you managed to get these?” I asked, ever so silently, my voice shaking.

As the third slice to his abdomen was completed, Jaxsen lost consciousness. “When I woke up, they were sitting a few feet away drinking some more. There were four cuts altogether. This one, and this one, and this one, and this one.” One by one he showed her the four scars. The one on his ribs, the next stretched across his hip bone on the right side. The third and fourth one created an ‘X’ between the breast line and the sternum. “I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.”

That smile though. Anyway, my time for that meeting came and I dressed myself with a blouse and plaid trousers like I am applying for work. I tied my hair into a bun then applied some light shade lipstick on my lips. I drove all the way to the campus then looked for his office which was named "Fixing Hearts Request". It was his personal office but it also says in the description written on the advertisement on paper sticking on the announcement board that it was an office where people who have love problems will visit there and ask for the professor for some love advice. My face turned into disgust as I read word for word on the said advertisement. And now it questioned myself if I should st

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

Her heart pounded hard against her chest. — What are you doing here? Her father subtly stepped closer, but Bryan kept walking. — And what about our vows, Beck? What about our love? How could you forget me? Her voice turned cold. — This isn’t your place. Leave. Bryan laughed bitterly. — You think I’m going to let you marry him? You’ll always love me. I’m carved into your heart. Dylan stepped forward, calm despite the tension. — Bryan… you’re better than this.