The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

His father destroyed mine, and now he walks around with Stella in his arms like she’s his prize. But she had no idea what he was capable of doing. He looked so happy with her… but happiness is fleeting, and I was going to rip it from him piece by piece. I looked at the flash drive, and it felt like I had the key to Pandora’s box. This box was worth every single penny I paid for it. I smirked, but as I kept scrolling something caught my attention. This name was highlighted… I looked at it for almost five minutes. There was something so familiar about the last name Heart. I looked at the killer opposite it— and it was James Hawthorne.

“You'd be leaving for Italy. Your mission is to infiltrate Capo Dante's 'Ndrangheta.” My face was blank, completely emotionless after his words. The New York Italian Mafia had relatively been at peace for the past few years. Steering clear of each other's path. Why then did he want me to- “The King of Hearts has been stolen.” He sighed, and that finally got a reaction from me. “How?” I intertwined my fingers together, leaning back on the chair. “We don't know. But we all know how powerful the 'Ndrangheta is.” He continued.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

Whereas I love the challenge of coming up with a cover story and can’t imagine doing a job without one (even though on some level I admit it would make things easier). “No,” I respond at last after considering her question, “I think we should still have a Herring, if for no other reason than we don’t want this to come back and bite the governor. If we leave the killings completely open-ended, conspiracy theorists might jump on it and say the family was killed by the government for their involvement in the K.K.K.—the fact that the conspiracy theorists would be right, for once, is beside the point. It’s safer if we have a Herring in place.”

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

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.

1 SABRINA The first time I killed someone, I was seventeen. He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder. My handler called him “a necessary evil.” He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world. But I knew better. There was nothing noble about this work. It was bloody, messy, and merciless. I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.