The Heartless Novels & Stories

Untouched. His black coat is immaculate, not a single wrinkle out of place. But his hands— His hands are stained with red. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. He watches me, gold eyes unreadable. Then he takes another step forward. I flinch. Not from fear. From hate. “How could you be so heartless?” My voice barely makes it out. I sound ruined. Because I am. Alderon tilts his head, considering me. “I hate you,” I whisper, my throat raw.

Rebecca's tone tightened. When she looked at Natalie, her eyes were full of hatred. That hatred was mixed with endless pain! "How could you be so heartless?" Indeed! Heartless. Especially when Rebecca heard Natalie speak so coldly, Rebecca felt she was truly heartless. After all, it had been so many years. How could Natalie say such things so indifferently? And when Rebecca called her heartless, Natalie's smile... widened. Heartless? "Do you even understand that he's missing?! We don't even know whether he's dead or alive!" Rebecca exclaimed, emphasizing heavily on the last part of her sentence.

“You know who I am?” I shake my head nervously. “I told you, I just moved here.” He nods, his eyes narrow. I can’t tell if he’s intrigued or annoyed by my response. “I’m the leader of the Heartless Bastards.” The Heartless Bastards. I know who they are.

What makes them think they deserve a heart? They are just like me, heartless beasts that inhabit the Earth, heartless beasts that shouldn’t be gifted with a heart. I traced my fingers gingerly across his chest, he managed to voice out a whimper. My claws dug into his chest, tearing out his fresh beating heart. Blood splashed out from his disfigured nose and mouth. “Ta-da!” I waved the beating heart, smirking evilly. “When you get to hell, tell the devil to expect your master soon.” Immediately the words left my mouth, and he dropped to the ground, dead.

"I'm sorry, okay? This is all my fault." "Me...Meg...do you still hate me?" I felt pressure in my chest. I never truly loved Chase but hate him? "No, Chase. I don't hate you. You didn't have to do this," I whispered. He chuckled. "You are a good liar. I almost believe that. Then you should kiss me, huh?" "Chase..." "I'm fading, Meg. Please...just kiss me this one last time. You'll never have to see me again." his voice was low and barely audible.

Secondly, I had never faced such a situation or had managed successfully to avoid these type of situations in my life. I have always tried to shut myself from any overwhelming emotion. My brother calls me heartless, my granny once in a fit of anger said the same. But little did they know that I had learned to shut myself from showing any emotion. Well, the credit goes to my father. I have somehow buried my past in the deepest pit of my heart. They don't know that after how many torturous events did I learn to be impassive. No one knows, no one will ever know. However, listening to Aruna, the wall I had built, the pit where I had buried my emotions, started weakening. My heart ached.

Her entire curvy body trembled violently, no longer because of the lingering soreness from their union the previous night, but because of the unbearable pain tearing through the depths of her heart. Hellena looked at Kael with eyes that had turned completely cold, filled with overwhelming disgust. At that moment, the handsome man standing before her was nothing more than a heartless monster who cruelly exploited her greatest weakness to satisfy his insane sense of possession. Without saying another word, Hellena turned her stiff, limping body around and strode out of that hellish office, her heart shattered into countless formless pieces.

“The Heart is yours.” Lia didn’t answer right away, the weight of Rhea’s words sinking into her. **The Heart is mine.** It should have been a triumph. It should have felt like victory. But all Lia could feel was a quiet, gnawing sense of loss. The Heart had chosen her, but at what cost? And could she even control it? Could she truly wield its power without losing herself entirely?

I yelled out as the teardrop flew off my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, but he only looked at them heartlessly, and scoffed out to tell me that my tears were irritating and disgusting to him "You are right, I don't care" He spoke out again, and it showed the depth of just how heartless he come be, but who was he to care about anyone else but himself, none.... He didn't care, he would never see me as nothing more than a piece of shit, and didn't care about personal space either, so he took another step and moved closer to me yet again "It's just stupid of you to do that" I looked into his eyes, they were dead, cold, but the words that made him broke the eye look, and whisper into my ears whe

staggered slightly, catching himself before falling. “It’s all of them,” he whispered. “Every message, every voice, every choice they tried to bury.” Lena stepped closer, eyes wide as she looked into the expanding grid. “This is what they were afraid of,” she said. “Not the Heart itself—the connection it creates.” Adrian nodded, feeling the truth of it pulse through his veins. The Heart wasn’t just a piece of technology. It was alive in a way no machine should be. It didn’t store data; it remembered. It carried echoes of intention, emotion, history. And now, it was showing them everything. The lights around them shifted, coalescing into shapes—faces, moments, fragments of the world outside.