Second Hand Hearts Novels & Stories

So | stalked out of the kitchen before he could say anything else. There was a staircase leading up so | climbed up to the second floor. It was less crowded, yes, but the ground vibrated from the music and drunk girls and guys spilled out of the bathrooms halfway falling down. | spotted a room down the hall and knocked to see if anyone was in there, though | doubted they could hear me through the loud music currently making my ears bleed. Twisting the knob, | opened the door and shut it quickly behind me and locking it. But when | turned around in the dim lighting, | was shocked to see two people in the bed.

All Hearts! "

The maid trails behind her. I glance at the clock. I can find my phone later. It's totally my fault, He was the kind of boy that I should never, under any circumstances, get involved with. There are two kinds of bad boys, one bad boy with a soft heart and the second who has only a black heart, pure evil. He was the second one. Offering him my heart was the second mistake. Arnav gathered the shredded pieces of my heart and fixed them. He's my bad boy with a good heart. I smile and turn the knob to the washroom.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

“Listen to my voice. Stay with me.” She tried. She really did. But the other voice drowned everything else out. “You took my birthright.” Rowan gasped. “Birthright? What birthright? Who are you?!” For the first time, the voice didn’t whisper. It growled. “I am the Second Heart.” Rowan’s vision blurred as her knees buckled. Kai caught her just before she hit the ground, holding her tightly as the flames died out. “Rowan, breathe. I’m right here.” His voice was steady but tense. “What did you hear?”

The victim dug out his own heart and died from excessive blood loss. Before Winnie left, she had said to Matt, "Matt Quillon, you are heartless. You wouldn't have allowed that to happen to Catherina otherwise. I'm curious to see what your heart looks like." Prior to Matt's death, he couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, Catherina, my heart is red! I loved you!" Winnie was now living in a different city. Upon learning about that, she merely spat, "Shameless rat!" Matt Quillon was as shameless as that rascal standing in front of her house.

"You shouldn't be standing." Astera smiled weakly. "I've stood for three thousand years." "I think..." She looked toward the Heart. "...it's finally enough." A deep sorrow settled over everyone. Even Cassian lowered his head in respect. The woman they had only recently met had sacrificed an entire lifetime. No. Many lifetimes. For humanity. Then the Heart pulsed once more. A hidden compartment slowly opened beneath the crystal pedestal. Inside rested two ancient objects. One was a silver sword engraved with stars.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I whisper, as if she can hear me. “Then… step two, I’ll remind you exactly who your heart belongs to.”