The Heartless Novels & Stories

★three hundred thousand★ HEART'S POV "You'll pay for what you did!" he says. His eyes were full of anger, if only his eyes could kill. It had hit him for a long time. Huh?! I don't want to die yet. He is also the one who looks like that, so he is the one who will be targeted.

Once we go back, I'll stay there with you. "I already called off my engagement with Jessica. From beginning to end, the only person I've ever loved is you. Millie… Please come back to me, okay?" He apologized through choking sobs. Even though the people around us could not understand the language he spoke, the sight of him kneeling there still moved some of them. However, as I looked at him, I realized something. The disgust I once felt was gone. All that remained inside me was calmness. During this past year, I had already erased his name from my heart. The scars were still there, but looking at him now felt no different from looking at a stranger.

He grunted and walked towards them fastly. Unknowingly, it was Heart’s first booking experience where she was even taken out of the bar. The old guy was a rich billionaire politician. Heart was so nervous as she was still standing next to the old guy. The old guy grabbed Heart’s wrist. Heart’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, no. If I don't do it, I won’t be able to work there. Meaning, Dimitri will die because of me!’ Heart thought as she was sweating looking into the old guy’s eyes.

Ignoring his plea, I bring the iron closer, hovering the glowing metal plate inches from his bloody trembling and sweating chest. "To the heart that loved like a wretch" "ELEAN—AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I drive the flaming, flat surface of the steam iron directly over the left side of his chest where is miserable heart is placed. That darned organ. The very one that dared to fixate on my woman.

he asked, his tone dripping with disdain and accusation. "Why are you so heartless?" Helena shouted, her voice echoing through the air, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. Maxwell's expression turned icy, his voice dripping with venom. "You don't have the right to call me that name," he sneered, his words cutting deep. "We're both cruel and heartless, Helena. Let's not forget what you did in the past. Sleeping with your friend's husband, destroying their marriage... you're not exactly innocent, are you?" he spat, the reminder of her past mistakes hanging in the air like a challenge.

The heart was alive, fighting back, clinging to its hold on him. "No!" Lucien’s voice rang out, filled with a ferocity that shook me to my core. "You won’t have me anymore!" The ground cracked open beneath us, and there, deep in the darkness, I saw it. The heart. It was black and pulsing, its veins extending like the roots of a tree, feeding on the lost souls trapped within its depths. It was a thing of pure malevolence, a creature of magic and death, a parasite that had slowly consumed Lucien from the inside out.

And this brainwashing would be done through nightmares. Spade sighed and turned to see a person looking very similar to him. “Hello, sister.” He greeted Heart. Yes, it is the real Heart – the goddess Heart who cursed Rai, Shane, Kaiser, and Stelle, even though Kaiser and Stelle were just a mistake and an accident, respectively. After that, Heart became behaved and didn’t go outside unless there was a need to curse someone. Just like Shane and Rai. But after she cursed them, she would go into seclusion.

"How ca...can you be so heartless?" Faria shouted, Alexandra rolled her eyes bending down to see Faria in closeup, "Heartless, and ruthless, these are something I learned from you and your master, so stop acting as if you're innocent." Pushing her aside, Alexandra stood up, "if you're done here, just get lost from here." Faria stood from the ground but when she almost left the room, Alexandra stopped her, "Ahhh, one more thing."

His ability to detach from the human cost due to the depths of his heartlessness. In the darkness of his penthouse, Michael's true nature is most evident. The calculated machinations of his mind are reflected in his eyes, devoid of warmth or empathy. His heartlessness is his armor, shielding him from the vulnerabilities that compassion would expose. The world Michael has crafted revolves around his heartlessness, a kingdom built on manipulation, power, and control. He thrives in the shadows, orchestrating the lives of others to his own benefit. But as he climbs higher on the ladder of his ambitions, the chasm between his heart and humanity widens, leaving a trail of brokenness and despair in

What is that? I look at the streets crowded with both people and cars. We drove on and soon stopped at a traffic light. Silence takes over the place, but it's not embarrassing, which doesn't turn into a bad mood. But I reach my arm over to the radio and turn it on, being in the chorus of the song. "... I wanna wake up where your love is 'Cause your love is always waking mine I wanna break down where your heart gets So torn it's almost breaking mine I wanna lay here, lost and bitter