Novel & Cerita Soldier's Heart Book

She knew she couldn't escape her fate. "I loved you," she whispered, the pain evident in her voice. The girl saw that he understood, that he knew. She caught the grief that flickered in his eyes before he swiftly plunged the knife into her heart. And as she fell soundlessly into his waiting arms, a single tear trickled down her cheek. Before the world around her went dark, she spotted the trembling of his chin as he caught her.

he screamed. Hopelessness washed over me as I watched the tip of the blade get closer and closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the pain that I expected to feel never came. I opened my eyes, only to see James shielding me. The knife had pierced his heart through his back, and blood leaked endlessly from his lips. "I'm… filled with so much regret… Katherine. If I had… cherished you… perhaps we… could have grown old… together…" He reached out a hand, wanting to caress my cheek, but in the end, it fell bonelessly to his side before it reached me.

she says landing a kiss on my lips, the one thing I always craved, only this time, it's a goodbye kiss. "Bye Nova" I say as the angel took hold of my hand and everything went dark, I forgot everything that ever happened, I forgot Nova, and Lucifer, but deep down inside my heart, she still held a special place. The END. Catch Andy's story in my volume two of this series, his book is called "SOLD".

I wanted anyone. But no one was coming. Clunk. The wheel-lock began to turn slowly… deliberately… The door creaked open. I braced myself, my heart pounding through my ribs. And then… A figure stumbled inside. A soldier. He was covered in so much blood. His chest armor was cracked open, his throat torn, and he could barely keep himself upright. Relief washed through my body for a short moment. “Sir…” Seraphina breathed. He swayed, taking in a rattling breath. “I’m… I’m sorry…”

Fall. "Check his vitals," I snapped at the floor-nurse, but she wasn't there. Sarah had fled the room when Richard started growling. Fine. I’d do it myself. I reached for the soldier’s wrist. His skin was clammy. Grey. But as I pressed my fingers to the pulse point, something was wrong. His heart wasn't racing. It was steady. Too steady for a man who’d just had a lung collapse. "Richard," I whispered. "What? Is he dead?"

“THEY POISON THE HEART” by Michelle Brooke Deadmond (an excerpt) This is how it was, the mud and the rivers running red with the blood of the innocents, their many death screams filling the air. This is what it had come to, but it all needn’t have been.

"Barzil is the muscle. Wolfy is the brain. The girl is the gun. But you are the heart. You bind the monster to the man." He tightened his grip. My vision began to blur. Tunnel vision encroached from the edges. My heart was racing so fast it felt like a single, continuous vibration in my chest. "If I kill the soldier, she mourns. If I kill the genius, she adapts. But if I crush the heart... the Pack fractures. And when she is broken, she will be mine." He didn't strike to kill. He struck to rupture. He drove his fist into my stomach.

He put him on the bed and took off his shoes, then he tucked him in after setting up the AC’s room temperature according to his preference. He then went back to the study to gather the scattered papers to feed up his curiosity. Every sheet seemed to be too heavy for him as he read carefully and analyzed the data encoded on every file. His chest tightened a lot! He wasn't there for his son during those days that he was suffering! What an incompetent father! Zadkiel Axton Mortel, 6 years old, was diagnosed with Heart Failure. Heart Failure? What the fuck? Why didn't he know anything about it?

She had counted them all the way through, and she knew he had not yet given her the one vital piece she had been waiting four days to hear. He had not told her about the second heartbeat under her ribs. The wolf-debt explained the bruises. It explained the dreams of dying men. It explained the deep, gnawing ache between her ribs and the terrible weakness in her legs. The wolf-debt explained almost everything about the slow, systematic killing of her body over the last four years. But the wolf-debt did not explain the second heartbeat.

She ended the call. She'd never seen him cry, not even ten years ago, when a rebar had speared clean through his shoulder. But now? He was sobbing over Lylith. Lorrie was already weak after having her blood drawn and getting caught in the rain. She tried to stand up to close the window, but her legs gave out the moment she rose, and she collapsed. In her dream, she was back on the night she lost her virginity, curled in Chuck's arms as they talked about traveling the world together after they got married.