Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

That's sexy! He hammered its head on the ground until it completely stopped from moving. He went to give Diana and Peter assistance, but it's evident that they don't require it. Peter was coaxing the rotten towards him, its back turned to Diana. She approached it from behind and wrapped the cable around its throat, compressing it as much as she could. If it were a regular, live organism, its breath provision would be turned off and it would die before it could be of any value. But, since rottens don't need any oxygen to survive, all it actually achieves was put him in position and prevent him from attacking.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

This forest of horror houses death, and when one’s life flashes before their eyes on the brink of the end, one will know that even death may die. A paw steps on the messy ground between the dirt and rotting flesh. There are humanoid bones that the wolf’s forefeet crush to dust. The freezing winds force its black fur to wavier. Saliva drips down on the grassland, melting the nature beneath. The four-legged creature is known as a heat seeker. On the outside of the body, it appears the mammal looks like a black wolf; however, its heads are what stand out. Two woven heads are attached to one linked neck. One of the craniums is a standard wolf head that matches the black coat body. Its teeth are

I blinked fast, trying to keep them at bay as I took in the whole scene one final time. “No. I hate it.” I answered honestly. The fallen look on Alex’s face wasn’t something I ever hoped to see. “Why?” he questioned in confusion. “Why?” I scoffed out, waving at the surrounding. “Because this is too much. This is romantic.” I said that last word with disgust. “What is wrong with romantic?” “Oh well um let me think. Broken hearts?” Alex took a step towards and I shook my head, stopping him. “I want this date Alex, I really do. But I overthink crazy. And right now all I can think of is my heart getting broken tomorrow morning.”

“I know right? Who knows what kind of things they’d do after they get bored with the cats?” My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Cats? What cats? Man, at this point, because of my boredom, it can be a case of eavesdropping. What can I do, though? “I just can’t believe that someone can swallow the guilt of mass killing innocent animals like that. Aren’t they just psychos? And the fact that they live among us too! It’s revolting,” she shuddered, and I did along with her.

She walked into her room and closed the door gently as she waited for him to move away. She cried as she felt her heartbreaking how could he not see how she loved him dearly. Just like Scarlet and whoever he was bringing in tomorrow. She felt a sharp pain in the lower part of her abdomen. She realised that she had no time but to wait for her death. Recently she had gone to see the royal doctor only to realise that she had few days to live due to her powers that are slowly eating her away. And the stress added to it also her unrequited love may be the cause.

"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.

God, please let him do anything to me except kick my stomach. "Rose was six She had a dream, a nice one. She wanted to dance in front of a large crowd, and then spend her nights feeding and playing with her cats. She couldn't kill a fly, she screamed when she saw an ant, and immediately fell sick when she saw a dead animal. When her mama fell sick, she looked up to me with her green eyes and asked if she could be sick in place of mama." I sob. Each gasp for air was a desperate plea for solace, a heart-wrenching symphony of pain and sorrow. Tears streamed down my face as if the weight of the world had settled upon my fragile shoulders.

Am I a coward, am I being used this were what she thought about until she was brought to consciousness when her phone rang. She check to see who the caller was but it was unknown. She decided to pick it up. "Hello is this Miss Samantha Phillips"? "Yes". "I am calling you from Saint Robert Hospital, your father Mr Phillips was rushed to the hospital early hours of today with a severe case". "He was poisened".