Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

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

Maybe it had been sent by some witch to attack someone, maybe it had been cursed or it was a kind of hybrid creature, although I couldn't think of any hybrid creature would look like that. It was literally dead. Everything about it was rotten. I couldn't even think of calling it a woman anymore. Calling it a woman was an insult to all the women in the world. It was something dead that had found its way back into the world. Maggots were in every corner of its body, they had acted as its blood and it's heart was something else entirely. My hand cringed as I remembered holding it. It had been way too soft. I had never held a heart before but it felt like my thumb would go in if I made the sligh

he wheezed, his steel-blue eyes clouded with the dark chemical fire that was freezing his lungs. "You can't even stand, Ruan," Valerie said, not even looking down at him. "The toxin is already at forty percent saturation in your myocardial tissue. In three minutes, your heart will simply stop. And the Doc? The Doc will watch it happen, because she knows that if she moves to save you, the city dies."

"You've got all the bad traits; betrayal, lies, treachery... You name it," "Let me give you a brief definition of who you are; the most dangerous human, an animal in human skin," she paused, her gaze locked on Phoebe's shocked face. "To be frank, you've got the dirtiest mind I've ever seen. Your heart is filthy. You're not just influenced by darkness; you're the darkness itself. You need salvation before it's too late," Rosie's lips curled into a cold smile. "Though I doubt it's already too late for you."

She had been whispering sweet nothings to me while making promises to other men. To her, Francis was merely the biggest fish in her sea. As Francis flipped through the pages, his face turned pale. Suddenly, he looked up, his eyes filled with hatred. "Yvonne Singer, you lying bitch! I'll kill her!" he screamed, lunging toward the door. I said nonchalantly, "Too late. She can barely protect herself now. She has no time to deal with your feelings." Then, I turned my gaze to Zoey. Her body stiffened instantly as she stared at me in terror.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

He was completely, irreversibly abandoned to actively rot entirely in the putrid, foul-smelling mud. The terrifying, absolute weight of her final, lethal decree aggressively crushed his entirely shattered soul completely into permanent dust. Forty-eight hours. Two microscopic, agonizing days until the massive, catastrophic bacterial infection violently raging completely through his entirely mangled, heavily crushed right hand completely invaded his severely exhausted, failing heart. And the exact, microscopic second his wildly erratically beating heart violently flatlined, his fragile, deeply unconscious mother would aggressively, violently choke to absolute death on her own failing lungs.

Scarlett seemed to remember something and immediately told them to let me go. Seth pointed at me in frustration. "Scarlett, don't let Ron fool you. He's the one who's acting. "I barely tapped him three times and he's acting like he's dying. Who's he trying to fool?" The moment he finished speaking, I collapsed to the ground, unable to support myself. Blood seeped through my white shirt, spreading across my back in a dark red stain. The onlookers gasped in shock. "Ron, are you okay?"