Tainted Heart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

They had searched for the prince and the herb for several decades but found nothing. The heart was the size of a clenched fist, wrapped in living roots that pulsed and writhed like muscles flexing under flesh it hovered slightly above its pedestal, connected by strands of bleeding darkness that vibrated with something that felt like a heartbeat and a whisper at the same time. Marcus took a step forward but he was not in control. He was pulled forward by an invisible force. He was not walking. His sharp eyes noticed something. A portion of the heart was charred black. Like it had been burned by something.

Unable to avert her eyes from the lifeless wolf lying in front of her, Tilla felt an ache within her chest. The shock of her crime, causing tiny ripples of pain to emanate from her heart with each staggered beat. Tilla could tell that the old fissures upon her heart had opened. The cracks, which had once been patched together by the sheer ignorance of her past and the stubborn denial of her powers, now raw open wounds on her soul.

DAMON'S POV The doctor’s voice was devoid of emotion, yet there was weight behind every word he spoke. His explanation came slowly, as though each syllable was a burden he hesitated to deliver. “They’re called taints,” he said, his gaze fixed but weary. “Marks of betrayal. Every time you share yourself with someone else, it stains the bond. And Velara—she’s your bond. That means every one of your encounters doesn’t just hurt her; it brands her. Deeply. Irreparably.”

Jeff tried some lame jokes but he realized it wasn't working. "Alright, I understand… I'm the last person you want to see and all of that. Thanks for showing up… Let's get this done with," he said and stared into her eyes as he tried to read her blank face. "Why did you want to see me?" Jane asked and took a sip from her drink which suddenly tasted bitter. Her skin burned up as she watched the cops approaching. "I love you so much and my heart is never at ease for pushing you off the cliff but… I can't have you. l mean, I am too damaged for you. I wished we had met earlier and in a different circumstance," Jeff began.

His voice was rough with emotions. Bitterness, misery, and anguish made his eyes turn darker. "No! Why would I want you hurt? Listen, I..." I started to touch his arm but he shrugged me violently away from him like a rag doll, I lost my balance, crashing hard against the floor. I was sobbing louder and openly but it wasn't from the pain of the sudden fall, the salty tears kept pouring. And suddenly, anger flared inside of me. He didn't trust me, he didn't want to listen either, how could he so easily assume that I would try to leave when he already ruined me so severely that I couldn't see myself with any other but him. He had touched every part of me, including my soul which I had sought t

Heart was crying while running away. But when Heart went to an isolated area, she stopped there and sobbed. She sat down and covered her face while crying, it was a dead end and she was crying next to a trash can. Cullen was able to find her and then stood behind her. “No, don’t go near me. I lied to you. You hate liars, right? I am a dirty woman. Yes, I am Scarlet Heart, I deceived you.” Heart said while crying and not facing him.

There was nothing rational about that. “Tell me. Why do they think that I am this pure heart? My heart is far from it.” “Not pure in a literal sense. It just means that you’re not tainted by hate, jealousy, or lust. The seven deadly sins. I told you it’s a lot to explain.” Penny tilted her head to the side, watching him as he ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. “And you don’t want to explain it to me. Why?”

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

Fennigan looked up from the ledger, staring in absolute disgust at the massive, beating muscle suspended in the jar. "That is Damon's heart," Fennigan said, the sickening reality echoing in the Vault. "A genetically identical, mutated copy of his own heart. He kept it alive with the silver compound, pumping the experimental magic through its veins, trying to figure out why his own flesh rejected the power." Miller whimpered from the doorway, pressing his hands over his ears as if trying to block out the rhythmic, squelching thump of the dead Alpha's beating heart. Fennigan stared at the mutated, beating heart of his father. The sheer, unnatural abomination of it turned his stomach, a viscera