Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

Wisdom replied. "Okay... but please go take her away" Mikel requested. "Mikel... you know what the Dr. stated, you need someone you love so dearly at your side" "I don't think that we should send her away, you should please..." "Find a place in your heart and accept her, give her a chance," Wisdom said. "I...? you mean I...? was it supposed to be me that need to find a place in my heart or her?" "Come on I can't love her, I killed her family, what are you saying?"

Before their glasses touched their lips, dad was lying on the ground. Dad had a heart attack. "Dad! Daddy, please stay with me!" I screamed in tears. Mom knelt by dad's side and shook her head while staring at me, with bloody tears rolling down her cheeks. "No-no! Sorry, mom!" "It's all my fault!" "So-sorry!" I yelled in tears. "Not again, another nightmare." "I fear she might not come back from this." "Darling, how do we get her back from all this?" I heard voices in the background, only to open my eyes to find my parents in my room.

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.

Wiping my tears, I made my way to the office. As I stepped inside, the sterile scent of medical equipment filled my senses, and my heart raced in anticipation. The doctor's somber expression hinted at the gravity of the situation. "Your mother has cancer and needs to be admitted immediately," the doctor said, his words hanging heavily in the air, each syllable landing like a weight upon my chest. The world around me seemed to blur as the reality of the statement sunk in. Admitted immediately – the urgency of the situation echoed in those words.

I asked, wondering if there's something that I can afford to buy to contribute to the charity. "Yes," Mr. Waltham nodded. "But that's not necessary. If you don't want to buy anything you can always write down a cheque and drop it there," He pointed to a glass box by the entrance door. The name Healing Hearts was written on it in bold. "Ohh," I nodded. "Do you want to go and see the display?" Liam asked. "Won't hurt, "I muttered nonchalantly and Liam laughed. We headed towards the far end of the room and through a small hallway to another room not as palatial but not small either.

The thing didn’t even flinch. “They don’t bleed!” Gary snarled through the mind link. “It’s like they don’t even have blood anymore!” I gritted my teeth. This was getting worse by the second. If cutting them, slashing them, or breaking their bones wouldn’t stop them, then we had only one option left, which was to try ripping out their hearts which they were guarding like they knew what we wanted to get out of them. I moved quickly, dodging another attack before driving my hand straight into the chest of the closest undead. My fingers tore through rotting flesh until I reached something solid, the heart. It wasn’t beating, but it was there. Without hesitation, I yanked it out.

I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. His shoulders dropped as he shook his head. "I also found something strange," he said. My eyebrows shot up. "What is it?" I asked. "I examined her heartbeat, only to find out it was contaminated by a terrible disease, making it hard to function properly." “Is she going to die?" The words rolled out of my lips before I could stop myself. He nodded, his voice trembling. “Almost all her heart was affected so badly; sadly to say, she can't pass midnight."

When they reach the greenhouse, Juniper gasps. The rare, shimmering orchids she brought from her shop are no longer blue. They have turned a sickly, translucent grey. But that isn't what made Torin scream. In the center of the greenhouse, the stone floor has cracked open. Thick, black vines—looking more like veins than plants—are crawling out of the earth. They are dripping with a foul-smelling black liquid that smokes when it touches the wooden benches. "It’s the Rot," Torin whispers, backing away. "It’s inside the estate walls. It’s never come this close before."

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."