Seven Hearts Novels & Stories

I let out a breath and pressed a hand against my chest, where my heart was beating way too fast. This was getting dangerous. Because if I wasn't careful, I was going to fall for him. And I didn't know if I'd survive the crash. _____________ I closed my eyes, inhaling the mix of freshly baked bread as well as fumes of combustion in the air. I wasn't thinking about him. Nope. Not at all. Not about the way he looked at me like I was worth figuring out, fighting for. Not about the way his voice curled around my name like I belonged to him, like a special extinct flower.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

I cry. I could feel my eyes open, but I didn't care. "Z, calm down-" "How can I calm down, Margot?! He didn't even give me a chance to see what my daughter looked like! I didn't even see her face!" I continue. My two sisters hugged me while. I was losing myself there, and all I wanted to do was cry. "I despise him. I wish he had just died!" I said more. The wound in my heart was so deep, and I felt so angry with Brandon. I wish he had died and not my baby!

“That’s because no matter where we are, no matter what happens next...our hearts will always meet in the same place.” She swallowed, her pulse unsteady. “And where is that?” His blue eyes burned into hers. “With each other.” Elena’s breath hitched. Because it was true. They had fought. They had bled. They had broken. But in the end, their hearts had always found their way back. And now, finally, they were exactly where they were meant to be. The End!

A part of me relished the thought of their arrogance crumbling like old stone under pressure. A part of me wished it hadn’t come to this. As much as I reveled in the chaos, I couldn't help but think of my friends, hoping they were safe. I spun on my heels, racing back toward the ballroom, my heart pounding in sync with the distant clashing of steel and shouts. The scene that greeted me was exactly as I had anticipated—chaos.

Silence stretched—then another flutter, faint but steady. A fourth. Her gaze snapped to mine, wide, disbelieving. “Olivia… there are four.” The room tilted. Sound roared in my ears. Four steady rhythms overlap, drowning everything else. Four. The paper sheet tore under my grip. “No,” I whispered, chest convulsing. “No, that can’t—” Hana’s hand landed gently on my arm. “It can. It’s rare, but it happens. Four healthy heartbeats.”

He looked at the horizon, where a single, black helicopter was rising from the other side of the ridge, its lights off, silent as a predatory bird. "They’re leaving," Dante said. "Wait," Ivy said, grabbing his arm. "Look at the fountain." The mountain of silver hearts was gone. In its place, the grey-habited woman sat on the stone edge, holding a single, real, human heart in her hands. It was still beating, connected to nothing, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic thud. She looked up at them, her eyes now the same shimmering silver as the twin in the photo.

My heart was the fullest it had ever been. END OF CHAPTER 74

Diane My eyes are heavy as always as I open the restaurant door lazily. I should be used to over-stressing myself from work already. My head suddenly feels heavy and I feel like I am going to pass out. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" I continuously apologize to him, with my gaze fixed on his half-ruined white shirt from my lipstick on it. How could I have fallen into someone without noticing? "I'm so sorry," I say again before raising my head. His dark hair. His caramel eyes, his face. He looks so perfect and very familiar. But his frown is like he is going to murder me.

my childhood playmate is someone I can recognize while the Sachiko I met this past few days is hard to understand who she is. "Sometimes fate can be cruel, it will make you ride it leading to a wrong approach. It feels like it is playing with your heart, you will meet someone and you wish and hope that it is the right person you have been looking for then suddenly truth explode like a grenade exposing it is the wrong person" he stated full of emotion. I guess he is right. "But sometimes it is not only the fate that can play cruelty against us, but it is also our heart and mind too. Fate lead while our heart and mind expects it, we also hope that it is the right person" I added. If only cruel