Novel & Cerita Soldier's Heart Book

I staggered slightly, my breath catching in my chest as the force of the shot pushed me back half a step. Blood immediately started soaking through my shirt. “Boss!” Oliver shouted. I tightened my grip on my gun and fired again, dropping the man who had shot me. Before I could steady myself, another gunshot rang out. The bullet tore into my chest, close to my heart.

I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths after gulping the water that was on the table next to my bed. I scanned the room in which I was staying, the room had light even though I was sleeping, I hated sleeping in the dark. I was alone. Taking another deep breath, I felt a void inside my heart. There was no place for me. My ears reacted quickly when a small voice came from outside the room. I got out of bed and approached the door but did not open it. I stood on my spot without moving, not even breathing loudly. There was someone’s presence outside the door, I did not have to open the door to know someone was standing on the other side of the door.

No matter what, always be there when she looks back. ... Page after page, he read each note out loud. When he reached the last one, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Yara, winning your heart was so hard. Good thing I never gave up." The way he looked at her—serious, certain—caught her off guard. He really had done all this for her. If she hadn't heard him say those words herself, she might've believed it. Might've thought the Mateo standing in front of her wasn't the same man who had spent years loving someone else behind her back.

He taunted. I was fuming in rage by then, and I didn’t see any way of we working like nothing ever happened between us. If that continued, everyone would've come to know there were more to us, not that it was a crime and I never told Sebastian that he was the only man in my life. The thing was I kept my mouth shut and I had already lost the chance to come clean. What I was even thinking? Before I could replied to Noah, a man in his late thirties wearing a black suit came in the line of my vision.

He yanked my hair so hard that my scalp felt like it would tear. "You had a good sleep, didn't you? Why wasn't it you who died back then, you venomous bitch?" Adrian shoved me to the floor and continued, "Peggy's baby almost didn't make it. A killer like you should pay the price of your actions." I smirked and stopped struggling. For some reason, I felt surprisingly calm. My heart had been broken years ago, shattered by Adrian's relentless torment. The needle pierced my vein, and blood flowed steadily through the tube. My lips lost all color, turning cracked and pale. My fingers began to tremble, growing weaker as they rested on the bedrail. Gradually, my surroundings started to fade.

I tried everything, thinking that next time, it would finally work. However, I never realized the problem was not the handkerchief. It was the person who owned it. More than that, whether the one holding the gun actually wanted to marry me. A sharp bitterness rose in my throat, but I forced it down. "Since you saw me back then, Mr. Brooks, you must also know that I tied my handkerchief there every single year." "It's something everyone in the capital knows. Of course, I know too." Julian gently brushed a crumb from the corner of my lips, his movements soft.

My heart pounded against my ribs, waiting for the final word that would decide our fate. The decision was imminent. The war was over. The future was about to begin.

he replied. Another cough sounded from another cot; a similar cough, and my heart stuttered in my chest. George was immediately on high alert; I could see the raw determination on his face. He didn’t want the same thing to happen to yet another soldier. He rushed to the cot, and I could see blood on the soldier’s lips. My chest tightened at the sight. His breathing was ragged, and his face was going red just like the last soldier. My heart raced in my chest as George tore open the soldier’s shirt, pressing his fingers to his chest.

I had known that the majority of soldiers were only participating so their families didn’t starve, or so they could have a shot at a decent life, but I didn’t prepare myself for just how many that was. “Damon!” I hear the familiar voice of a solider yell I turn towards the voice, knowing it was one of the men in my infantry, but I’m met with a blade to the chest. “Die traitor” the voice hisses I fall to my knees, shock being the only emotion I feel as pain erupts from my chest. Fuck, I trained these men too well apparently because he struck me right in my cold dead heart. It wouldn’t be an instant death, it would be slow and painful as my body refused to heal a wound to the heart.

"Voss said, '' Commander Maui and I had the chance to collect some hearts for you guys. As you know this is huge for us because we haven't received hearts in a while. This is a good way for us to level up our physical ability and grimoires. ''Voss said, Everyone was excited that they were getting new hearts the soldiers cheering and talking among themselves saying things like that about time and what took so long. "The soldier said, '' Listen here the bad news, I only have Ten hearts to give out me and Maui have carefully selected those who will receive a heart. When I call your name please move forwards so that I can give you a heart the rest will be dismissed .''Voss said,