What The Hearts Wants Novels & Stories

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

“If you don't stop flaunting yourself around, if you keep provoking me and don't stay in your lane, I'll be inclined to take action. I'll have to act on my thoughts, and when I do, Anastasia, I'll swallow you whole. You'll look at yourself in the mirror and not recognise yourself because I'll consume you. This is my last warning to you and a courtesy I'm extending. Stop flaunting yourself around me, go back to college, make friends, and enjoy your vanilla boyfriends and your boring life.” Is it possible for a heart to leave the ribcage and still beat? I should listen, right? I should push him back and walk away, but I don't. Because what's the essence of everything if I don't find out for my

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.

“The conditions are simple. I have something you want, and you have something I want. You’re smart enough to know what that means.” I’m confused. What could we possibly have that he wants in exchange for my daughter’s life? “Sure. What do you want?” “I want,” Adrian says, his dark eyes finally gleaming with a desire he seems to have been holding back until now, “…your heart.”

The string quartet swells, the violins climbing toward something that sounds like hope. I want to say yes. That is the part I cannot say out loud, cannot even fully acknowledge to myself. The wanting is dangerous. The wanting is what gets people hurt. I want to take one step forward and put my hand in his and let the rest of the evening be something other than what my chest has been carrying for three days. I want to feel his hand at my waist, solid and sure. I want to stop being afraid of every single thing that might happen if I let myself have this.

I only remained silent, looking at the sky. “but you still didn’t answer my question though” he said, I gave him a questioning look, “what would you want me to do? About Chloe” he asked, his eyes studying my face, I looked deep into his eyes. “they say the heart wants what it wants” I simply said, he nodded, “it’s just that my heart doesn’t belong with her anymore…” he said…my eyes widened as I looked at him surprisingly.

I want her pregnant with my child. I want her anger. I want her laughter. I want her smiles. I want her tears. I want her selflessness. I want her kindness. I want her generosity. I want her body. I want her mind. I want her soul. I want her heart. I want. Want. Want.

I pick it up, glance at it, then back at the bear—my heart races. “Am I doing this? No, I can’t do this,” I exhale and walk to the mirror, doing what Mom always taught us—looking in the mirror and being honest with ourselves. I smile at my reflection. “Amaija, what do you want?” I ask aloud. I close my eyes, quiet the critical part of my brain, and let my heart speak. “I want a baby,” I whisper at first, frozen with shock. That’s what my heart desires—why I’ve felt listless. I want someone to love and care for.

Now I just had to figure out what my heart actually wanted. Easy, right? ***

“I wasn’t involved last time. This time, I want it done right.” Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken understanding. Then, a dark chuckle. “This gonna cost you.” Mirian’s lips curled. “Money is never an issue.” Another pause. Then, the voice softened into something more dangerous. “What do you want?” She closed her eyes, her pulse steadying. “Elena. I want her gone.l” The words left her lips like a final sentence. No hesitation. No regret. Because if Ethan couldn’t see her for what she was if he refused to let go of Elena…