The Heart Novels & Stories

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Anthony's eyes were full of concern and affection. “ Sorry, honey. I got distracted for a bit.” Danielle apologized immediately. “ It seems you're so attached with them. Is your heart being stolen away from me now, my love?” Anthony was suppressing his pride but he felt hurt as well. Stretching her arms, Danielle touched his face and leaned forward to give him a kiss. “ You're the only one for me. I love you!” She said with all her heart.

He rolled out of its way, Arya jumped on its back. It bucked around the room wildly, trying to throw her off. The deafening screech spewed out of its mouth. She dug in deeper with her claws. Her teeth tore into the leather in a frenzy, focusing her attack in that soft area behind the flaps. A slow red pulse emitted from just beneath a flap. ‘At the center of most creatures lies the heart.’ His mother’s words carried through the fog of war. He lunged at the heart. Tearing with his teeth, clawing with his razor-sharp nails. He ripped through the hard leather and tore its heart out with his teeth.

Waking up, I felt a lightweight pressed onto my chest, as I looked down I saw Vivian's sleeping soundly with her ear pressed over my heart. The memories of last night flew across fresh in my mind, wishing she was awake and we could renew a few more, but then again, it is not anymore just the two of us, now we have a son, who is with us in the same house, so such moments can't be happening as much as I would want them to now, but I didn't mind.

“Brat, why are they chasing after you?” Exhausted, Alex slumped to the ground. “I somehow encountered a huge heart that lives inside my body as its host. These two guys are here to snatch it. It seems to be of a great origin, but it has fused with my heart. I can’t possibly gouge my heart out, right?” Grand Emperor Rowan stared at the location of his heart again and again. Alex covered his heart with his hand quickly. “What are you doing? You aren’t trying to steal my heart, too?”

Yang Tian-Xu needed a reason, any reason will do. “Even if you lie to me… I would still believe you. So please An-An… Say something…” A heart was a fragile organ in the human body. But what makes it beat wasn’t love, but blood. But what makes love beats? Could it be the brain? Emotions? But what stops love from beating? Hatred? Betrayal? Would his love began to bleed like a heart when it gets ripped out of his chest? Who can say that their hearts can still beat, when it was cut out and rip into pieces?

Finn Lawson thought his struggles were over when he returned to his biological family after eighteen years, only to find himself in a different type of hell—abusive parents, resentful sisters, and his impostor who rubbed salt into his wounds every chance he got! He could only laugh when he somehow traveled back in time and was left staring at his cancer diagnosis. But then again, would there be disappointment if there was no hope? As he grew distant, his childhood friend snapped, "Be nice to me like you always have been, or you won't get a second chance!" His sisters were bewildered to see him disown them. "Are you crazy?! Just give in, and you're still family!" Seeing that he was deter

“Unfortunately, not for my taste.” “Then, who is the perfect one in your heart, Jo?” “She doesn’t have a heart, man.” Nick laughed as he decided to loosen the tense atmosphere a bit. He had already learned about the duo's capabilities a few hours ago, so it was safer to interrupt their fight. “The perfect guy who defines love as only the brain's biochemical processes speaks of the heart.” She was still looking him in the eye and continuing with a poker face. “Are you talking about that muscular organ located between the lungs in the middle of the chest?”

In the center of the chamber, suspended over a massive, churning whirlpool of black water, was the Paris Heart. It was twice the size of the London engine, a perfect, translucent sphere of lunar crystal, but it was entirely submerged within a cylindrical glass containment tank that was being fed by four massive intake pipes. The water inside the tank was a thick, bubbling purple liquid the concentrated essence waste. The Heart wasn't white or blue; it was a deep, bruised magenta, its internal core fractured into a thousand tiny veins that spit out small, jagged needles of dark energy into the surrounding water.