Red Hearted Novels & Stories

They carried her body and took her to their village which was a few meters away from the river. Many people were fascinated by Elizabeth. She looked like a doll. Elizabeth was taken to a famous healer who was also a witch in their village. Mandusa. Mandusa looked at Elizabeth and everyone thought that she was dead but Medusa knew the truth about her. Placed her hands over Elizabeth's chest and felt two hearts beating one on the left and the other on the right. One heart was weak and the other was strong. "The girl you have brought is not dead; she has two hearts. Her weak heart has given up and stopped. She is only alive because of the second heart which is not hers."

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

She kept smiling happily, resting her head on his hard, warm chest. When Aurora smiled with her heart beating happily, Darius was busy plotting evil plans in his mind. During this week, he kept seducing her with his charms. He treated her gently, was kind to her, cared about her. He made her heart melt and flutter. He made her love him like crazy.

If he could. “Kierra, today is the day. If you cannot watch it happen then I suggest you stay here.” An advice from Gideon my good Redeemer friend. They are what we call “the Redeemer”, while I am a guardian (guardian angel as what people say), there are angles like Gideon in which come down to earth to Redeem people’s life, literally to get someone’s life. “Of all the day, why today?” “Well, it was actually not today, this is a past due task Kierra.” Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago

Francine fought down the urge to roll her eyes. Did she remember him? Ummmm… yeah. Hell, yeah. What hot-blooded woman would ever forget Mark Hayden? The man was a trained doctor, he was a former battle surgeon, he was a bodyguard. Throw in his mint-green eyes sparkling with humor and intelligence against his café-au-lait skin, and his hulking, mountain-of-muscle frame, and he was also panty-meltingly hot. Like, scorching, burning, five-alarm, call-every-truck-in-town hot.

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.

I most definitely didn't hate him but did I- Suddenly, I was grabbed by my hips and my legs went around Narc's waist snapping me out of my thought. I stared at his eyes. Red fucking eyes. The Martinez gene. It was unbelievable that some people could even possess the eye colour red but him and his family was living proof that It's possible. Red was most infamously known to be the colour of anger and in his reputation, he had the worst anger temper I have ever seen before. Never have I ever thought of it as love because it could potentially be like that. Guess it will always be some sort of fucking mystery.

“So what if she is your wife? She won’t be injured by giving her phone number and having a few drinks. Don’t worry. After Boss D has had his fill of her, he will return her. It’s not like he wants her.” Some people naturally liked to seek death. Redhead was used to being savage. In West Creek, he followed Dwine and acted like a tyrant by bullying common people. He really thought no one could teach him a lesson. Those whom God wished to destroy, he first made mad. Redhead had become mad. Thomas continued to say coldly, “I mean, she is my wife. Whoever dares to touch her will be dead.” Dead? Redhead looked at Thomas, as if he was looking at a fool. In the West Creek, no one dared to mention “d

hesitated for a moment, lowering her eyes to the notebook she held as though it were a shield protecting her from the world. How could she hand over a piece of her heart, represented by her words, to someone she felt such hatred toward? But she soon gave in. She quietly extended the notebook toward "Nancy", her movements hesitant, as though she wished she could take it back. "Nancy" took the notebook gently, as if she were handling a precious treasure. She looked at it for a moment before opening it and flipping through the pages, her eyes moving over the carefully written lines. A genuine smile appeared on her lips.

For some reason, Red's answer was important to her. "Yeah. Yeah I do. No one ever really got me like she did. This room," Red said, waving her arm around, "was the two of us trying to pretend we were normal. I liked it." She sighed. "Natasha . . . that was her name . . . she's dropped by a bunch of times. Her Talent is basically that she's invulnerable. She's a little stronger than most people, but mostly she just can't be hurt. So she's working as a bodyguard for a major movie company down in Hollywood." Red stopped and looked at Jane, seeing if the mention of Hollywood caused the girl any painful memories. But Jane looked . . . content, so Red continued. "She earns damn good money, and she