روايات وقصص ضمن Rotten Heart

It was as though thousands of needles pierced his body all at once, the pain sharp and unbearable. His ears rang. His heart felt like it might stop beating altogether. For a fleeting moment, Jayson desperately wished he had heard her wrong.

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

"It grosses me out." "Says the one who has a thing for wild vampires." He spoke back. I accepted my fate at that point; he was going to mock me over it every chance he got. I walked off towards the farthest wall. This place smelled like old people and obnoxiously sweetened fragrances. There was dust almost everywhere. I was surprised when I didn't see any red or black furniture, but still, most of the stuff looked pretty old fashioned. There were some grey curtains, a brick fireplace with just plain ashes inside, a marble kitchen counter on one end, and a huge white staircase on the other.

Magnus let out one, solitary howl before Vortigen curled his claws around his heart and ripped it out of his chest. I expected Vortigen to eat the heart, that was what they always did in the movies, but he let out a strange grunt, something like disgust, and closed his fist around the organ in his paw, crushing it with a soft squelch. Black blood oozed out of the destroyed organ and Magnus’s devastated chest cavity. “What the hell?” I asked and stepped closer to inspect the wolf’s strange blood. The sweet scent of peaches could not pierce through the stench of Magnus’s rotting corpse. One look inside his chest confirmed my suspicions. Everything inside was rotten. “Why is his blood black?” I

Creepily enough, this lump also had a pulse almost exactly like a breathing heart. A 20 feet large grotesque heart was chained up to a pillar by a rusty chain. Floating in the air like a kite. The disgusting smell of rotten skin and muscles in the air was nauseating. This was beyond the field of anatomy. Blood was seeping out from inside. Several iron rods and nails were stabbed inside the heart. But it was alive. ~THUMP~ ~THUMP~ ~THUMP~ "How is that thing alive?" Remy still tried to go with logic " How can a living thing survive in this plan? And where are the nutrients for its sustenance coming from ?"

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.

Curses poured from his mouth, vile and broken, as the illusion over his face shattered. Rot greeted me. His true features emerged—sunken eyes, skin sloughing from bone, maggots writhing free from his mouth and spilling down his chin. The stench hit me a heartbeat later, thick and nauseating. I closed my eyes in disgust. With a sharp twist, I tore his heart free. He shrieked again, collapsing forward as I flung the blackened, stinking organ to the ground. Fire answered my call instantly, roaring down from the sky in a column of blinding heat, incinerating the heart.

they were taken last, I kick a few meters of the intestine scrunching up the scarred pieces of feces amidst the blood, the open cavity showing a perforated colon, a kidney, I kick out a few pieces of the torn liver finding the other kidney far away from where it should be, the stomach out of place and I finally manage to see what's missing A heart. I draw in a sharp breath through the stench of present death, walking through the bodies finding kidneys, livers, mangled lungs, and no heart. Without a fucking heart, five soldiers mutilated and left without their hearts ripped apart like meat in a butcher shop and without any heart, I walked out of the metal box going straight to meet the strong