The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

“You can shoot me. But you’ll never defuse it in time. We all die together. Poetic, isn’t it?” ***** With a raw, animal roar, Zhedya charged. This wasn’t a fight. It was a demolition. Two trained killers, all their polished technique stripped away, reduced to just hatred and fists. They crashed into each other, a tangle of violence, stumbling through rotten pallets that splintered around them. Blood…whose, it was impossible to tell…began to paint the concrete floor. The world came back to Ian in pieces. Pain first. Then the sound of grunts and impacts. The beeping of the timer. 00:05:12.

Pain shot through my side, sharp and sudden. I felt it but I didn’t stop. Pain was nothing new. “Keep firing!” I shouted, pushing through it. My grip tightened on my gun as I stepped out again, ignoring the warmth spreading through my shirt. I wasn’t going down here, not like this. Not today. Minutes passed or maybe seconds, it was hard to tell but slowly, the gunfire started to die down. One by one, the attackers fell. Silence followed. I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, my eyes scanning the area. Bodies on the ground, Blood and smoke everywhere.

“Thanks for your offer.” He still watched me quietly, and I ran towards the door, eager to get away from him. I could feel his gaze boring a hole in the back of my head. But I didn’t turn to check. He was a killer for all I knew, and the faster I got away from him, the better it would be for me. I raced out to the parking area towards my car. I could hear footsteps behind me. Was the tattooed killer still following me? Before I could proceed further, two burly men overtook me and blocked my way. “Where are you going, kitten?” slurred one, struggling to stand straight.

I’ve been told that there’s a woman who so much looks like the b1tch I had paid someone to kill. It looks like that the moment Jordan laid eyes on her he had convinced himself that she is the b1tch. I’ve got to hand it to him. He had never believed that his beloved Rachel Hamilton died in that accident. His Rachel. Yewck! Just thinking about that one press conference he did where he had referred to her as “My Rachel” has made me throw the meal I am about to have without even eating it. The bitter taste my mouth got made me lose my appetite.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

Outside the window, the city glittered on, indifferent as ever to the small, enormous thing that had just happened in an office on the fortieth floor — but for the first time since a coffee shop shift and a stranger's desperate offer had first collided our two lives together, neither Damien nor I needed the city, or the company, or anyone else's approval, to know exactly what we'd found. Later that evening, we stood together on the penthouse terrace, the same view that had once felt like a stranger's fortune and now felt like home. I thought about everything it had taken to arrive at this particular quiet — my father's hand steady around a coffee cup again, Priya's laughter still echoing som

"The 'Heartbeat.' It’s not a ledger of people, Sloane. It’s the Glass Empire’s master key. Every bank, every satellite... It’s all on this drive." Sloane looked at the drive, then at the ruins of the home where they had been broken. The "Killer Wife" stood up, pulling her husband with her. They were no longer running. They were no longer just survivors. "They tried to end us where we began," Sloane said, the black diamond on her finger glinting in the moon. "Now, we use their heart to stop their pulse." But as they turned to leave, the sirens of the city began to wail, and a voice boomed from a helicopter circling above.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

The sight of my white wedding dress hurt him more than he could bear. Mona completely broke down when she saw Douglas and Marcel taking my side. With a feral scream, she lunged at me. "This is all your fault, Jolene! You've ruined everything! I'm going to kill you!" She raised her hand, and the knife hidden in her clothes slipped out, plunging straight toward my face. I instinctively shut my eyes, but the pain never came. Douglas threw himself between us, and the knife sank deeply into his arm. Blood instantly gushed out.

Cass waited until the deadbolt clicked behind her before she set the envelope on her coffee table. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Even the city’s usual hum seemed muffled through the rain streaking her windows. She sat, letting her fingers hover over the silver-inked initials. Whoever had sent this hadn’t just known her name—they’d known her real one. Not the polished, harmless Cass Blake everyone met in daylight. The flap opened without resistance. Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: