Novel & Cerita The Heartless

He stretches out his hand while waiting for Dante to come and hand over his key and leave. Dante looks at me, disgust shimmering in his eyes before he dips his hand into his pocket and brings out a key card. Stalking forward, he drops the card into Enzo's waiting hand. “I hope I won't have to tell you I told you so.” No, Enzo! Don't let him go. He's right. I'm not a good person. I'm not worth losing your friendship over. I want to scream those words, but my brain conjures images of Mrs. Mehra lying in a pool of her own blood, a hole in her head. The words die before they can get past my teeth.

Good. I run to Aleister’s side and turn him to face me. He looks at me with sheer terror in his eyes. I lean into his ear, my voice a deathly whisper, “You know, when humans willingly give us their blood, it is unwise to rape and kill their children, Aleister” I thrust my hand into his chest, my claws tearing easily through his flesh and wrapping around his beating heart. His eyes widen in panic as I squeeze the life-giving organ. “May Nyx have no mercy on your soul” I say as I tear out his heart.

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

Jameson, whose face was even more sharply defined from the weight loss, stayed silent for a moment before quietly saying, “It’s what I deserve.” Harry and Sylvia would face his revenge. As for him? Camille had given up on him. She would not do anything to him. Still, he would not let himself off the hook either. All of them deserved to be punished. Jameson had broken Camille’s heart, so he deserved the harshest punishment of all.

He opted to stand by the door and watch. The back of the lady holding the mic was facing him so he couldn't see her face. From afar,she looked familiar,more like how his goddess looked. But the hair was definitely not his goddess. While her hair was Black,the lady singing had blonde hair but regardless,he felt attracted to this new lady. In your heart I can still hear a beat Everytime you kiss me And when we are apart I Know how much you miss me I can still feel your love for me in your heart

Lauren needed that when in years he had never needed anyone to complete his plans. - I'm a terrible person and you feel guilty for being attracted to me... - Karila whispered, frowning and smiling in the midst of her inner triumph. Lauren watched as she forced her face slightly to the side, her need was to look at her more clearly. The historian lost her gaze on his face, covering every inch as she leaned her right hand on the backrest behind her and focused on her red mouth with the scar drawing it in, the princess denied with an awkward wave.

Every single word that came out of his lips was laced with bitterness that kept hitting a sudden spot on her heart, it kind of hurt but then it felt like it wasn't there at all. Marco pushed away from the wall, his eyes cold and his lip in a thin line. She could feel the sparks of his anger radiating from him to where she sat but then he was taking hard short painfully steps towards her, she wondered what exactly he was going to do to her. Was he going to kill her, of course he is a Di Martino ' they got no hearts or a conscious '. Marco squat in front of her grabbing her chin roughly so that her eyes were in line with his making her breath hitch in her throat, they had never been this close

His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess. Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "You're absolutely right. I am heartless. Emotions mean nothing to me." Her unapologetic admission sent a wave of cold dread through us. This was a woman who had completely severed herself from any semblance of humanity, and in that detachment, she had become even more dangerous.

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

Tears fell from her eyes as Esme peered into those grey eyes, which were just about to commit an unforgivable sin. He was about to take more lives and this time…it was because he didn't know what love meant. He could never understand what love really meant because for that, he needed a heart but he was heartless. He didn't have the heart to acknowledge and understand other's feelings. This animal before him was too cruel and ruthless. Nothing could ever redeem him.