Rotten Heart Novels & Stories

"Just that he's stable, that they're running tests, that someone will update us properly once they understand more." We found Marcus already in the waiting room when we arrived, having beaten us there by nearly twenty minutes, his own careful composure visibly strained by whatever information he'd already managed to gather. "They think it's a heart attack," he told us quietly, his voice carrying the particular flatness that arrived whenever genuine emotion threatened to overwhelm his careful reserve. "Moderate severity, according to the initial assessment. They're preparing him for an emergency procedure, some kind of stent placement to address whatever blockage caused the event."

Because Sevina knew that she could defeat countless armies with just her powers but there was no effective weapon to overcome this emotion she had in her heart. That was the truth... Her heart was the enemy now yet it felt like even if she could really get rid of it or not, she was still going to lose. ------------------------ PRINCE KEVIAN sat on the huge couch inside his quarters, looking deep in his thoughts as he blankly stared at the dance of the flames on the fireplace across the spacious room. He had been troubled by a lot of things all day.

"It is known as Dragon's Breath." Although, it was a marvelling view displaying unbelievable magical scenes but I couldn't think of admiring anything at that moment. "I don't care what it's called, I just wanna know if it will save him." I said, honestly. She sighed worriedly. "I don't know too. From the dark blood around the spot he had been stabbed at his abdomen and the odor of the blood, it can only be one deadly thing." "Which is?" I asked, frightfully.

I kept walking to analyze the house. It was no different from the inside. It was almost empty, there was some rusty and old furniture but from the thick dust, it was evident no one was residing there apart from rats and cockroaches. But I knew someone was there. I did not know how but my heart was telling me not to leave. A faint smell of something burning entered my nostrils. I quickly started checking the rooms, I was about to give up and walk away from the darkroom when I heard a small sound of something falling to the ground.

The footsteps get closer and I feel my heart beating so hard that it threatens to come out of my mouth. Thum-Dum. Thum-Dum. Thum-Dum! My whole body shakes from the beats, it hurts all the way to my chest, while my breathing is completely accelerated. My eyes are staring at the door as if it were a monster that would attack me at any moment. And when I blink my eyes... Your eyes are there too.

I gritted out. "You don't mean that, Amore." He smiled. The back seat door opened, and Aurora stuck out her head. "Mommy, I'm going to be late." She frowned. "Just a moment, sweetheart. " She shut the door, and I turned to Alfred again. "I hate you," I mouthed and made for the other side. "Or you just hate that you love me," he shrugged. His words had me turning around to pass him a glare. "In your frigging dreams, Asshole "

I stopped pounding on the door, letting my body slide down the glass until I collapsed onto the freezing tiles. Kenna's words echoed in my ears, and I let out a bitter laugh. I brought this on myself. The unbearable cold drained the heat from my body, inch by inch. I started hallucinating. I felt like I was burning, as if flames were licking at my skin. I began pulling off my clothes. Then, my heart stopped. My soul left my body. I saw Archie leisurely walk up to the glass door with a phone in hand. He looked down at me.

He really was speaking from the bottom of his heart… Why? Why did he have to wait until that moment? It was too late for that! My heart was already broken. Even if we managed to fix it, there would still be a hideous scar on it. My tears rolled down like rain, and the pain I had was mixed with hatred. I pushed him away like a lunatic, telling him to get lost. However, his body weakly fell to the ground, and I was stunned by what had happened so suddenly. I reached out my foot to kick him a little. "Stop playing dead. Yoel? Yoel!"

I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray. "you thought I will get scarred, after what you said don't mess with me. oh, you don't have any idea. About how I'm so scared right now. I tried to release my hand from his grip but that only makes him hold it tighter. he leaned down and whispers in my ear "I know that one day you will be mine. maybe for a week-" that's disgusting "that will be only in your dreams." I screamed in his face without hesitation. "if I want to, you will be the actress starring in my dreams" then I felt his breath on my lips. please don't do it, please don't do i

"It’s moving faster, Somito. The incubation period is shrinking. Yesterday it took twelve hours for the first gray patches to appear. Now, people are turning to stone in the middle of a sentence." "We’re losing the heart of this revolution to a ghost," Somito muttered, stepping further into the room. He looked at the rows of cots, where men and women lay shivering under thin blankets. Their skin was no longer flesh-colored; it was a dull, sickly charcoal gray, cracking at the joints like parched earth. "Sofia says she can feel it. She says the air tastes like burnt hair and old copper. Is that what the Rot is? Just air?"