Six Of Hearts Novels & Stories

he asked, the question that was medical and intimate, the ritual that was daily and essential. "Steady," Cyrus replied, the hand that moved to Arthie's chest, the monitoring that was habit and love. The fingers that found the intercostal space, the position that was precise, the listening that was through skin and muscle to the organ beneath. "Sixty-eight. The athlete's bradycardia that is healthy, that is optimal, that is—"

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

He told them. Spade, and Heart who appeared with them, glared at Cole since Cole was very secretive! “Well… we have now Spade, Heart, and Diamond.” Kaiser spoke as he looked at them all. “Then, do you know who is Club?” he asked. Based on Rynier’s analysis after Spade told him everything that he knows about these ‘gods’, Rynier said that maybe, if they gathered the Four – Spade, Heart, Diamond, and Club, they might be able to defeat the King and the Queen… or maybe the one behind all of these. After all, the Four are the aces, and the ace of Spade is the strongest among the cards. So, Spade should be the strongest among the Four. Unfortunately, he made the ‘mistake’ of falling in love with a

Willow turned silent for a moment and asked in a much graver tone Clara hadn’t heard before, “Where did you get this symbol of the sixth element?” “Sixth element? But there are only five.” Clara’s voice went a little bit higher and Willow shushed her angrily for being so loud. Willow traced her fluffy fingerless hand around the border of the emblem, which was deep red in color. “This is the sixth,” Willow said in a dangerous tone. “But wait, how?” “There are only five that are allowed to practice and study.” “Well, what is it? The sixth one?” Clara asked in urgency, bouncing from foot to foot.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you had feelings for the girl.” Six’s gaze narrowed. “But you do know me, or at least what I am.” “One of the true sociopaths of our little ragtag group.” “You aren’t one?” I asked. I’d assumed they were all a variety of psychotic. “Oh no, darling, I am. Six here just happens to be one of the most emotionless of us all. A great actor if he was able to woo you before he abducted you.” The cadence of his voice was almost lyrical. Smooth and transitioning, an almost feminine quality. Much different from Six’s monotone, masculine one, and somewhat out of place for a killer.

Jason’s Queen of Diamonds won it. “You’re collecting a little too much for comfort.” “Patience. This is art, you know nothing about this game.” He grinned softly. Johnson led the Four of Hearts. Jason countered with the Two of Hearts, keeping low, he was loving the game. It's in his favor and he wants to win Johnson and also take his money. Jason tossed in the Ten of hearts, Johnson captured it with the King of Hearts, letting out a deep sigh. “I know you think you have this under your chin, but you're slipping, Mr. Jason.” Johnson chuckles as he plays the Eight of Hearts. Jason slipped in the Six of Hearts. More points for Johnson.

“Do you want to play with us?” Hugo’s face broke into a charming smile showing dimples on both his cheeks. “Really? Can I? Please teach me. I don’t know how to play these.” “What? You suck, man.” A blush spread over Hugo’s cheeks but he endured Ponjie’s taunt. “I can learn.” “Whatever. Since you’re new to this, here. Let’s check all the cards.” The three of them got busy laying out all the cards and grouping them based on their kind. Hugo was once again amused with what he’s seeing. He clarified, “So this is what we call the standard deck of cards containing four suites: hearts, diamonds, spades, and clubs?”

“Too bad I have counter-plans, Hugo. While you are out here working your ass off to get the girl to marry you, I am back home doing everything that would please our father to make him make the girl marry me instead. I would be the ruler, Hugo. You are older by some seconds, but I am next to the throne, and I would do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Even if it means getting married to some random girl who I do not even know or like whatsoever.” I immediately walked towards him and held him in his collar. “I do not care about you and your freaking throne, damn it! But do not talk about the woman I love just like that! You do not have the damned right to call her some random girl because

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

I said and grabbed my pencil and went back to the sketch I was drawing for class. “I swear, you won’t regret it, Mark throws the best parties around campus and that’s why many people like him.” “Are you talking about Mark Robinsons? Douche of the year who uses girls and changes them on a weekly basis? That Mark?” Keith waved his hand dismissively, “does it matter?”