The Heart Left Behind Novels & Stories

The group standing in the silent aftermath of their battle. The Heart, now shattered, lies in pieces scattered across the floor. It no longer pulses with dark magic, but the weight of everything they’ve endured lingers heavily in the air. The victory feels almost unreal, and the silence that fills the room is thick, as if the very walls are mourning for everything lost.

Damon I left my heart with Isabella. She should hold onto it for the time being. After all, having a heart was fatal. Not the organ everyone had. The seat of where all the dumb decisions were made, such as going to her to listen to what she was saying. So, I felt broken when she said to leave. So, I left with her. I needed to be heartless for the meeting that was coming up. "Miguel," I called out to the large man who poked his head into my room after I had dressed up.

"How could a nanny's daughter think she can pass off as the Whites' heiress? If not for the fact that she grew up together with my daughter, I'd have thrown her out long ago." Winnie coughed up blood and collapsed to the side. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward me and grabbed my pant leg, begging desperately. "We grew up together, Amy… You even said you'd always treat me like your sister. "Do we have to go beyond the point of no return just for a man? I was wrong. I'll return Elias to you, but can we return to how things were?" As I look at her broken state, a flicker of hesitation rose in my chest.

“On my way’, I reply ask walk around the corner of the empty abandoned factory where we were supposed to meet Andreas Santana, the heir of the Spanish mafia. They contacted us to meet here and after we swept the place it was empty and they never showed up. I am always aware and anticipating an attack, but I never anticipated what I am about to face. As I see Leo across the room I approach him while I still hold my gun in case someone appears out of nowhere he is bending down looking at something. “What is it?”, I ask “A heart’, he says and I look down to see a human heart wrapped in a piece of fabric. The fabric is now red but you can tell that it used to be white. It has some engraving as w

She was leaving behind the city that had witnessed her love story with Adam, but she carried that love within her heart, and it would forever be a part of her. Mariah settled in a tranquil, picturesque town far removed from the city's bustling streets. The serene beauty of nature and the peaceful ambiance of her new surroundings provided the solace she had longed for. In this place, she began to heal, her heart slowly mending as she looked forward to the arrival of her child.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Bindable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Divorce," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Fortieth Layer was no longer an ossuary; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

It was a picture that contained the human heart, a knife embedded into it causing it to break apart while smoke seemed to come out of it, part of the heart was painted black while the other was somehow brownish. " I designed this after she left me," My mouth dropped open. " It's beautiful," He smiled. " You can have it if you want, I'm done with her now. It helped me, Just stare at it whenever you feel heart broken,"

Being left by someone you loved… Left for someone else… It breaks you in ways you can’t even name. And losing an innocent life because the person who left you took everything with them… That’s how self-destruction begins. And I felt all of it the moment he walked away from me. I lost my—

Inside were the words Penny had left me. I had already known about you and Vivian Shaw. Since you couldn't give me your love alone, I'd rather have none of it. I'm gone. Don't look for me. My heart skipped a beat. A few words, and just like that, casually, she'd ended all our years together. In that instant it was like a bolt from the blue, and I stood frozen. When I came back to myself, I'd already sunk to the floor, the farewell note crushed into a wrinkled ball in my fist, my face long since wet.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but I didn’t care. “It’s too late,” she whispered. A hollow, terrible silence filled the room. I clenched my fists. “What do you mean, too late?” She wiped at her tears, her voice trembling. “During the transfer… the heart was accidentally contaminated.” The remains of my fragile heart finally shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed, voice thick with emotion. “The hospital hasn’t reported it yet, but… it can’t be used anymore.” My shoulders shook again as I cried, realizing that I had just gone back to square one again.