The Heartless Novels & Stories

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

She felt unsettled. “ Anthony, don't you like me anymore, baby?” Celine continued seducing him. She placed her fingers on his mouth and traced the every line of his mouth. She was shameless even if she was a beauty. Anthony did not yield to her temptation. He pushed away her hands that was on his lips. “ Don't touch me with that filthy hand of yours. I don't like you and don't need you anymore. I have already a treasure that is most precious than you.” He used an idiom so that he will not get Danielle into danger. He looked at Danielle with a serious look.

I couldn't imagine being jealous of my bully, it was outrightly disgraceful. "Then just forget him," Carla spoke. She showed up and exerted her healing powers and in no time, my injuries were gone. The pain has subsided but the one in my heart was stagnant and too heavy to bear. "I want to. I really want to, especially now. Knowing that he's with Sophie makes me wish I could hate him, that will be the only way to get rid of my feelings for him," I breathed out.

For a moment, the world narrowed to the sound of his heartbeat. “They’ll catch them,” he said quietly, his hand moving slowly through my hair. “I promise you, Lena. We’ll find out who sent them, and they’ll pay for this. Every last one of them.” His tone wasn’t loud, but there was something lethal in it. The kind of quiet that only came before war. I didn’t answer. I just held onto him tighter, the glass forgotten on the table, the fear finally catching up to me in waves I couldn’t control.

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

“That girl doesn’t deserve this treatment, she is not her father, why are you this heartless and wicked?” “Don’t you fucking dare call me heartless”. “Does the truth hurt that much, if nobody wants to tell you, then I will, you are a very bitter, heartless and wicked soul, that is who you are”. He said, and I punched him. “You don’t get to call me heartless, when you weren’t the five year old boy that watched your mother raped continuously by three men”. “You don’t get to call me heartless, when you didn’t watch your father punched till his last breath”.

Elena has been keeping her nose in books all the time, if anyone knows what it means is her. "Nope, not a clue." I said as the took the glass jar that had a glowing heart, the heart was beating. Then it hit me. I had seen a jar like that before and it also had a heart, the heart wasn't beating or glowing, it was black like burned coal. "Legend has it that every wolf pack gets their magic from somewhere, they said as long as the heart beats, the pack will always have magic. It is said that it never stops beating beauting because everytime a member of the pack dies,

Steven said to Danica. "Are you really that heartless towards me?" she tearfully scolded the young man. "I want to be with my son." Steven said in a monotone voice. "And me? How about me when you're with them, especially with that woman who uses her body to get you?!" she asked the young man aloud. "Nicole has amnesia and only you can help her regain her memory." He averted his eyes from her, he didn't want to see her pain.

There was an unspoken understanding between them—this was a fight they couldn’t afford to lose. “What do you want?” Elena’s voice was steady, though her heart hammered in her chest. The figure stepped forward, his every movement deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “What I want is simple: the Heart. It belongs to me, and you have no idea what it can truly do in the hands of someone who understands its power.” Elena’s fingers tightened around the Heart. “I will never let you have it.” The stranger smiled, though there was no warmth in it. “You think you’re strong enough to control it? You think the Heart won’t consume you like it’s consumed everyone else before you?”

"I don't have a home. Not anymore. If you think of it, I think it's better I start living on the streets, what do you think?" "Oh I think that's a tremendous idea." I replied him as I led him outside. "You do?" "Mm hm." The moment we got outside, he nudged me back and staggered on his feet as he dug his hand into his hair. "You're both the same. Heartless, cruel...so cruel. You know what I wish for your daughter's dead body right now? For it to have been burnt to ash." That was it. I landed an heavy blow to his face, completely taking him off guard as he collapsed to the ground.