The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

Ten years ago , he saw her last time , after that she dissappeared from his life like there was no Hazel Blackwell ,ever existed. Hazel Blackwell was a little girl ,whom he was aware of ; the angelic girl who knows nothing about how to be ruthless , she was innocent like a lamb . But, he was proved wrong , she was more ruthless than him , she was not exactly pure as the driven snow. She was a killer , who murdered his mother , but that was not the full story, this girl even killed her own blood , her own mother. After, that she ran away , from his life , making his life miserable and pathetic. He became a cold and aloof Mafia , who now cared for nothing , to him emotions are useless .

His eyes glance to the heart in my hand and then back to my own eyes as the life fades from his eyes and he crumbles to the floor. It turns out there is actually more than one way of killing a hybrid, and I finally understood why my mother had removed the hearts of traitors. The water barrier falls to the floor, creating a small wave over his body, a huge hole in his chest as his blood mixes with the water. I stare at the heart in my hand and walk towards a small wooden box sitting on a shelf, placing the heart in the box and closing the lid, I promised myself I would take it wherever I went, a reminder of how much pain he had put me through, a reminder not to trust anyone ever.

Patrick yelled from behind and Damon lifted Irish up by the neck and turned to look at him, his eyes still burning red. “If there’s one thing that should stop here, it’s your heartbeat,” he said raucously and stretched out his hand towards him, still holding Irish by the neck. Her legs weren’t touching the floor anymore. She was already choking. Close to death, I guess. “Why are you doing all of these, is it because of her?” Patrick asked just before Damon would reach for his heart. Patrick has to come up with something to distract Damon so he won't kill him and Irish.

A paradox I carried with solemn pride and quiet fear. And through it all, Sebastian Hale loomed, a silent, watchful presence in my mind. He believed he understood my world. He didn’t. He couldn’t. But friction, scrutiny, and unresolved tension promised one thing: tomorrow, the battle between us, boss and employee, enemies by circumstance would continue. I stepped into the fading LA light, the city stretching endlessly, and let the weight of the secret settle alongside the thrill of the unknown. Stakes were high, consequences immense, and yet… I was ready.

A nurse mixed up the reports and told them that she was suffering from kidney failure. Matthew's eyes welled with tears. He clutched the doctor's coat and shouted, "Give her my kidney! Take both if you have to! If I lose her, I don't want to live anymore!" Once they realized it was a mistake, the man who ruled the boardroom with a cold heart crouched in the hospital hallway, sobbing like a child. "Thank God, Danielle. I'm so glad you're okay." People around her often warned that as Matthew's empire grew, he would inevitably attract countless admirers. Yet he treated her so well that she couldn't muster even a trace of suspicion.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

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.

Ethan asked surprised. “Yes” Seraphina replied. His expression shifted with sudden knowing. “Wait.” “You’re the surgeon they call the Golden Hands?” Seraphina simply smiled. Damien shot him a warning glance. “That’s enough, Ethan.” “Calm down, okay?” Ethan said sitting on another couch. Damien handed the file over to Cassian, “Could you brief us all again about your research?” Damien said. “Alright, during the course of my research, I found out three possible toxins that could destroy Cardiac tissues as quick as possible, and I came to the conclusion that it was administered in portions over the years by a medical expert” Seraphina explained.

Why were they stalling? She inhaled, trying to control her breathing. Smothering the terror that shook her closed lids. She needed to run now. She would yelp Clara’s name after her. Her eyes snapped open. She heard them. Low growls, seething at both of her shoulders, bare fangs breathing in wait behind the shadows. Too late. Her heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her eyes bore holes into the ground. The air from her nostrils chilled.