Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!" James' face dropped, and he promptly looked away, afraid to look me in the eye as he stuttered, "W-What are you talking about?! The mortuary report is clear—he died from blood loss! Stop this nonsense, or Stan won't rest in peace!" "Blood loss? Really?" I asked quietly. "The doctor said it himself!" Sue cried urgently without herself noticing. "What, are you saying he's lying?! Quit being hysterical and give me Nathan back!" I ignored her, however, my gaze was miserable as I looked straight i

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

"That's gonna kill him." I shrugged, "shit happens to the best of us, and we have no other option but to stomach it and try to breathe no matter how much it's trying to suck the living out of us.. that's life.. He'll be fine eventually.. he won't be the first one to have his heart broken.." "Are we still talking about Nash or we drifted off to you now.." I went down the stairs not caring even though I was half naked, "I smell food." "I knew you'd be hungry.. made pasta.. with cheese.."

Noah hit the marble floor with the rhythmic clatter of heels as she walked down the hall toward her office. Long shadows stretched across polished floors, greeting her reflections with the morning sun bursting through the tall windows. Noah took a deep breath; the faint scent of fresh coffee still lingered in the air, mingling with her nerves. She wasn't anxious-she was ready.

It halted me mid-step as uncertainty gripped my chest. My heart raced, a steady drum in the silence. No one should be out on the road, not with the storm raging like a wild beast, howling and pounding against the windows. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as I stared into the blizzard that obscured everything beyond the safety of my home. Yet, amidst the swirling flurries, the headlights pulsed like a heartbeat on the distant winding road, flickering erratically through the gusts of snow.

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

"Sometimes, when you talk so damn well, I want to devour you." For a moment, I forgot about the shouts from upstairs and how to breathe; I was already dead, he had killed me. The light bulb at the foot of the stairs began to flicker, and the shouts grew louder and more intense as the music stopped, giving way to broken things and more shouts. A little voice in my head shouted at me, "Kiss him!" and another, more reasonable one, shouted, "Don't do it, he's the king playing with stupid girls like you!" I wasn't even aware of our proximity until I looked up into his eyes, which seemed darker due to the lack of light.

The meowing voice is the answer and their wanting to be save from their weakest state. She keep guessing, “When you say 'heart', you don't mean a literal, right?” Her mouth halfly open when Rojan just stared as if she's only running from the reality. “Hey, don't joking around!” “I'm not joking around. What you thought is the reality,” he said and focus to the system. “It is a heart of a person.” Even the muted object is keep beeping with purple lights. It is only mean that he have to find a suitable heart to fill the ruin dungeon.

“Necro-wolves don’t die the way the rest of us do. Blood Rot took Rook’s pack, but it took his wolf first. He’s been running on instinct and rage since. What you did in the arena? On this floor? That wasn’t death.” My throat goes dry. “He stopped breathing.” “His heart stopped,” Kain corrects. “For six seconds. Then two seconds. Necro-wolf flatline. It’s a defense mechanism. When a Necro takes lethal damage, his system shuts down to prevent trauma. No brain death. No soul death. Just... pause.” Rook grins, sharp. “Told you. I wasn’t going to reject you, hybrid. I was going to make you beg to be mine. Still am.”