Rage Hearts Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak, prompting her to instinctively cover her ears in trepidation. Utkarsh, clad in a black shirt and jeans, entered the room bearing a birthday cake. With infectious enthusiasm, he approached Hiya ,singing, "Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you... happy birthday, dear Hiya... many-many happy returns of the day!" As he drew closer, her breath seemed to synchronize with his steps. There was an almost ominous aura about him, and an inexplicable fear seized her. In response, she unconsciously started stepping backward, maintaining a cautious distance as he advanced. The closer he came, the further she retreated until her back met the unyield

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

But why am I scared? Rave looked at her sadly. “I get it. But I just hope you don’t fall for him. I don’t want to see you hurt again. Since we were kids, he’s always been like that. He doesn’t know how to fall in love with a woman. So take care of your heart, okay? But if what I’m afraid of ever happens, call me. I’ll be there.” Rhea turned to thank him, but she froze when she realized how close his face was to hers. Why is my heart beating so fast? She wanted to move away, but she couldn’t.

Storm, Storm in my heart, can you stop scaring me hard, loom not above my head, let me be tucked cozy in my bed, All Hearts !!

broken. My heart feels as though it's trying to tear its way out of my ribs. "Oh, Rhain..." Another shudder tears through him. His whole body folds over itself, his forehead hitting the ground. His hands clutch fistfuls of earth. And then... He screams. The sound doesn't sound human. It rips out of him so powerfully that I flinch hard. It's raw. A sound born from centuries of grief finally finding somewhere to escape. "I'M SORRY!"

I had already accepted that I might die, but no one could face death without fear. Outside, a group of zombies quickly approached him. "Your Majesty, are you truly going to marry that delicious human inside?" "She's nothing more than a tool. We're not human—why should I keep a promise to her? With Victor Lorant a teammate down, he's no match for me. Ready the troops. In three days, we'll crush the human camp." He gave the order and strode away to prepare.

"Hmph, but I want more… Send her home quickly and come to me." "You little minx. Follow me in your car later. We'll do it in the car." "You're such a bad boy!" Soon, the sounds of sticky, intimate kissing came through the line. Luna's hands trembled as she ended the call abruptly. She stared at the cake in front of her, a wave of nausea and revulsion washing over her. It felt as if something was gripping her heart, twisting it until she was breathless, dizzy, and utterly uncomfortable. Gripping the fork, she stabbed at the chocolate plaque that read "Happy 5th Anniversary," smashing it to pieces.

"Shut up! If you love me, you can't do this to me, you won't hurt me, you won't cheat on me! Where is the love you are talking about? It's in your masculinity that you only know how to enjoy it? Fuck you!" He tried to come closer to me but I just pushed him away. "Don't come near me! Don't touch me! I hate you! I thought you're the one for me, you're the one to be with me for the rest of my life, but it seems I was wrong because I was the only one who thought about that. Pity me . I'm so stupid to think that way. I wonder when you've been cheating on me with how many other women you've been with and sleeping with behind my back. Hmmm. Maybe it won't count anymore, right? After a few years of

even was. It told me: [Conditions unmet. Mission will initiate upon sufficient capability and target reacquisition. Program will remain active until completion.] Because it had no emotions, it gave me books—endless books—to study. I crouched in front of her, the hatred in my eyes no longer hidden. "I wanted you dead. How could I ever fall in love with you?" With that, I got on my bike and sped off. The private investigator, Callum Vance, whom I hired also sent me good news.

I could see there was no string of love left in them both anymore. She rolled her eyes, when she didn’t get any response from Max. “Well, I didn’t expect to walk in on you cheating.” His jaws clenched. His mood shifted. “You’re not the right person to call someone a cheat.” He said, his voice simmering with anger. Nora scoffed loudly. Their eyes were locked on each other, both filled with unspoken bitterness. . “Whatever. How are you doing, cheat?” She pressed on, emphasizing on her last word.