The Heartless Novels & Stories

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!

Rhett deftly finished the sentence, his fingers tapping the glass in his hand. I wasn't taken aback by this side of him. I had foreseen him giving up at any moment. Yet, I shook my head in dissent, unable to fully concur. “It's not always easy, Rhett. The people who are heartless bear the weight of a world inside their chests and they use the weight as a barrier to love. At times, selfishness suffocates these people in a small box. It is dark and scary.” I came to a halt and drew in a deep breath.

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.

He's not heartless, He can never do something so cruel and hurtful like that. Right?

I sigh and seat. Tagan how can you steal my heart without my notice?

Now I'm molded into him fully. I sighed, giving up on the idea of separating from him. I stared at his sleepy face and my body relaxed in his strong but safe arms. I let out a shaky breath while admiring his peaceful features which were glowing under the moonlight. He is so beautifully handsome that my heart hurts. A question popped up in mind while my eyes never left his face for a second. Why is he so heartless? He could have won me easily by showing me his tenderness and affection towards me and by loving me, since I was always sick of love. I have always craved for love.

“You are a monster. You are so wicked and heartless. Do you even have a heart? Leeching women just for your selfish satisfaction, and you end up making her believe that you are the best man ever? What do you even think you are, some kinda god from above?” “It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is you aren't leaving this place until I say so. I hope you can survive this.” “As long as I'm far from you, I can survive it.” I did say I wanted her face to be the first thing I see, but for a thousand reasons, I wanted her to face the pain. I wanted her to know that behind that heart that wanted her lips on mine, was a heartless one that doesn't give a damn who or what you are.

The fact that my heart still hasn't let go is neither here nor there. The heart will always want what it wants, but there's a flip side to that coin. The heart is deceitful above all else, and that bitch is the first to give out when shit hits the fan. She's like a mischievous little sister who starts shit with someone else, then run away or hides behind you when things get real. So, my heart can want whatever the hell she wants, but I'm not playing that game.