Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

he uttered, pointing at the brown box on the desk "Good night, then" he added before opening the door and walking out, shutting it quietly behind him I moved over to the box and placed my hands on the excessive masking tape that was used to seal it before pulling it all off in one sweep I slowly opened the box and my eyes widened when my nose was hit with a foul smell and when I peered inside the box; my eyes widened even further Right inside the box was a human heart that had turned black from early signs of decaying

My heart nearly stopped. The mark Rohan had left there—the fated brand that had gone completely cold and dead the moment his wolf died—was throbbing. But it wasn't glowing gold. A faint, dark purple light was bleeding through the skin, illuminating my fingers in the dark. The rogue-witch rot hadn't been completely destroyed; it had been waiting. And right now, it was reacting to something directly outside our door. Click. The sound of the deadbolt sliding back on our hotel room door was incredibly loud in the silence of the room.

Even when he physically removed her, she would stubbornly lean against his arm, tilting her head to steal a fleeting, desperate kiss… [End of Flashback] The memories crashed over him in a relentless tide. The very scenes that used to annoy him, the acts of devotion he had once dismissed as pathetic, now made his chest tighten with an inexplicable, agonizing ache. As the car slowly pulled into the villa, the silence inside was heavier than ever. Vittorio stepped out, the cool evening air doing nothing to settle the storm in his chest. Ignoring the waiting staff, he strode toward the front entrance, his heart pounding a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs.

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.

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.

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.

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."

Inside, there were still our old photos, the matching mugs we used, and countless traces of our life together. From my perspective, I saw his eyes turn red, and tears streamed down his face. He carefully picked up every discarded item from the trash. My heart skipped a beat—Jack had always been a neat freak. Whether in life or emotions, he could never tolerate even a trace of filth, which was why he had hated me for supposedly cheating on him. And yet now, he was rummaging through a dirty, foul-smelling dumpster, desperately searching for memories. His hands were covered in grime, and tears dripped onto the back of his hands.

But I was still holding something. Her heart. Still slick with blood. Still warm. Still… beating. My own breath caught. Everyone froze. I threw the heart to the ground, a wave of revulsion coiling through me. The moment it hit the earth, it began to smoke—then crumble. Within seconds, all that remained was a pile of fine ash, as if it had never been a living thing. We stood in stunned silence. But before anyone could speak, the doors burst open with a bang.