Vex Hearts Novels & Stories

The save that was brilliant and dangerous, the skill that was his gift and his damage. He returned to the garage, the adrenaline that was still metabolizing, the hands that were shaking slightly. Cyrus was there, official capacity, professional distance — the constraints that were permeable. "Your heart rate," Cyrus said, the observation that was medical and intimate. "Peaked at 185. Sustained tachycardia. The correction in 12 —" "I know," Theo interrupted, not defensive, aware. "Too aggressive. The chaos that is not channeled. The —" He paused, finding the word they had taught him. "The velocity without presence."

The streetlights become a blur as I pull out of the parking lot; my heart races faster than the car. I drive away from the hotel, and everything seems wrong. Everything's in a haze, playing this scene I just saw over and over in my head, gripping the steering wheel harder at every mile. **Why didn't I confront him? Why let him get away with this?** I press my foot harder on the gas, the streets almost empty, but thoughts are suffocating me. My chest tightens. The betrayal, the anger-it's just too much. The tears come fast now, blurring my vision completely.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Welcome to Hacked Hearts. Excusem the spelling or grammar mistakes, because I am only human. I hope you love this story and enjoy reading it. Don't be a silent reader, I'd love to know your views. Okay, then see on the otherside ;) Chapter 1: I don't do drugs, so I can have a bad habit. "I hate Tuesdays!" I groaned, rolling over to the other side of the bed, snuggling into my Panda blanket.

He then decided to call Big Al to enquire on the progress of the case. The call was answered in the first ring. “Big Al, what is the progress on the order I gave you?” A very nervous voice on the other end of the call answered. “Boss, I do not have good news. The drivers of the van that hit Miss Rachel were all found dead a few days after the accident. They had been shot point black in the head together as though they were together with the shooter.

He asked and then Heart raised her chin up and Cullen saw her crying face. “I just want him to wake up. But why he is not waking up, Sir?! This really hurts my heart!” Heart began to breakdown again. She then looked at the view from the 360 observation deck. “These lights, they remind me of that horrible event. Maybe this whole country. Maybe I just need to migrate to another country!” Heart was sobbing so hard. Cullen then stepped forward and stood next to her. “It is okay, just scream your feelings. It will help.” Cullen said. Heart continued venting out by whimpering and shouting what was hurting her.

But those who had helped him get here. And who no longer needed to touch him. Because they didn't have to. He was carrying himself now. The hallway before the ring was cool, dim, heavy with a dull, pulsing anticipation. The rubber floor swallowed every step in silence, yet it seemed like every step under Lennox Graves' soles echoed—not outside, but within. His heart didn't beat faster. But harder. Each thump was a command to his body: this is the minute. The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them.

Caius said against my hair, and I felt him press a kiss there, careful and desperate all at once, five years of choosing me compressed into a single point of contact in the middle of a battlefield gone suddenly, impossibly quiet. I looked past his shoulder toward the fissure, now stable, now shaping itself into something safer than the violent tear Jeppe had forced, and understood with a cold certainty settling deep in my chest that we'd survived this. We hadn't won it. Not fully. Not yet. Because somewhere beyond this valley, Vex was still out there, and he'd just watched his forced activation fail, and men like Vex didn't stop building simply because their first plan collapsed. They built