Seven Hearts Novels & Stories

“Mum loves this sort of crap. It’s just a matter of remembering what card means what. Hearts is like heart stuff – feelings, love, sex. Spades are trouble. Clubs are good things. Diamonds are about money. So, pull a card and turn it over.” Aislen drew an Ace of Hearts. “What does this mean?” Cameron yawned and draped his leg and arm over Heath’s back. “If I fall asleep, don’t let my arse burn,” he muttered. Heath laughed under his breath. “Well, it’s a heart, so it’s about love. I think,” Rhett frowned. “Ace was something new, I think. Maybe a new love?” Aislen’s flush ran up her chest to color her cheeks.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

I’m happy because I have four hearts beating alongside mine. “Do you feel it, too?” I ask. “My connection to each of you?” I blink my eyes open once more. I want to see their faces, their reactions. Neil has his hand over his own heart. “It’s strange. It’s like part of you is inside of me.” “Me, too,” Steven adds. “I didn’t know it was possible for one person to be mated to four others at once.”

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I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

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“But then, I think you already know that.” With a final look, she turned and walked away, her heart pounding against her ribs as she exited the lounge. She didn’t stop, didn’t look back, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—resentment, suspicion, and something dangerously close to longing. She hated that he could affect her like this, hated the pull he seemed to have, the way he could so easily make her forget, even for a moment, her mission.

Glass shattered, screams ripped through the air, and the scent of gunpowder choked the room. Chaos erupted like a dam bursting. People scrambled for cover, bodies colliding in a panicked stampede. My gaze darted around, searching for the source of the carnage. Seven figures, black silhouettes against the flashing lights, had infiltrated the club, their faces obscured by masks, their hands spitting fire.

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC