Novel & Cerita Till They Take My Heart Away

That one-liner, ‘give me your heart' was all it took to make me snap. “Thane, you don't get it.” I shot at him, my voice raised. “I do not have a heart to give you. There is nothing left in here.” I pressed my heart against my chest, my heart pounding with a dull beat, as though it were agreeing that there was indeed nothing there. “It's an empty, black hole sucking a part of me in it day by day, and I cannot give you that.” “Mira, I understand how you feel…”

Eventually, I removed it from my finger and placed it on the tabletop. … The next morning, I gathered all my belongings and threw them into my car. I left the villa without breakfast. I drove all the way out of the city and onto the freeway. Rolling down the windows, I squinted when the chilly ocean breeze hit my face. I stared right at the sun. "Goodbye for good, Owen Mancini." I turned on the right signal and let go of the steering wheel. I stepped on the gas, and the car drove into the cliff on the right at great speed.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

“Isabella you are not that good at hiding things and you know that I have ways you track you down. if I hadn't been underground for all these years I would have found you sooner. you have been lucky that I allowed you to mingle around with other men. you better not think about other men when you're around with me or I will make sure to have them killed right in front of your eyes.” “You will do no such thing Nathan ! your grudges are with me not with them if you have the guts, deal with me. why don't you just kill me and get it over and done with.” Isabella shouted. “Nahhhh..... I can't do that you are my heartbeat and if I cut down my heartbeat it will stop beating but I know your heart bea

taking my heart with him. To be continued...!

she asked the heart, her voice laced with anticipation. But my heart gave no reply. Instead, its color grew darker. As Brielle stood frozen, my heart began to fade away. Piece by piece, it dissolved into nothing. Brielle dropped to her knees and reached out, trying to cradle what was left of the heart. "Trev… don't leave me… please…" Watching her sob like that, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I realized I still couldn't let go of her completely. But this time, I refused to turn back.

The final door. "No," I whispered, the word carrying a weight that seemed to rattle my very soul. "Do it now. This is what you wanted, Edwin. My heart… in Rose’s chest." “I have already signed the papers,” I said, looking at Richard. “Make it quick.” Edwin looked like he wanted to scream, to beg for forgiveness, to turn back the clock. But the doctors were already moving, wheeling my bed toward the cold, sterile glow of the operating theater.

You sent him into an operating room and carved his heart out of his chest. Every word struck like a thunderclap. No one even dared to breathe. "Reynold Carter. Wendy Lowe." My voice turned ice-cold. "When you look at the son standing alive and healthy on this stage, don't you ever dream of the boy you murdered with your own hands? Does he ever ask why you killed him?"

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

What’s the meaning of this? [I know you resent your parents for favoring your sister. I know you blame me for not speaking up for you, but you can’t be this stubborn. [You need to stop this nonsense. If you keep this up, I’ll break up with you for real and be with Delila!] Every word felt like a knife that slowly sliced through my heart. While reading those threatening words, I felt the version of Kelvin who used to cherish me so deeply die off. Just then, I heard my parents’ hushed voices outside the door, tinged with a barely perceptible worry. “Why can’t we reach Carol? This child is becoming more and more unreasonable!”