When Calls The Heart Novels & Stories

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

It shouldn't take this long since it hasn't been a minute since I missed the previous call. With each ring, my heart rate increases. I don't know what it is about these calls, but they always make me so anxious that I can't find a place for myself. Though I'm an Alpha, I have a fair share of weaknesses, especially when something shady is happening behind the scenes. After the fourth ringtone, I almost give up, but once I pull my phone from my face and prepare to curse the whole world because of the irritation I feel, he answers the call. "Son."

’ Heart thought. “Why are you making my heart beat like this, huh?!” Cullen screamed angrily as he grabbed Heart’s hand and put it on his chest. Heart’s eyes widened more and he could even feel and hear his heart fluttering. ‘His heartbeat, it is so loud.’ Heart thought while looking at her hand on his chest. ‘But, why?! I don’t understand.’ Heart thought, she was still clueless and speechless about this.

He shook his head dumbly in denial, "The gate will open on its own when either warrior loses," Roley angrily kicked the protective veil, "She's already lost, her heart has been thrown on the floor stage. How can she live on?" Hana quietly picked up the heart that Roley had thrown down the stage in her hands, she watched the steady beating of her heart exclaim, "This is the heart of a healthy person."

"Nixon I wouldn't try to lie for you, I just promised" "But please stay out of it, it is none of your business" "Apart from me nobody else should know about that" Luna replied with get face, faced on the ground. "Okay... I would stay out of it, only for now, what about the calls you have been making?" "The first day I saw you making that call Luna, was in the school" "You were talking about a quest, and have over heard you several times" "You keeps talking about a mission, I thought that my war is deceiving me till last Friday"

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

"Stop calling me with that nickname, I'm not your girlfriend anymore." "That's right, because if you were then you would have been under me by now moaning my name out while s*ck up that sweet nectar of yours leaving you breathless. Tell me, does he make you c*m like I did, know all your sweet spots? Does he know that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if I just put a kiss right here?" He whispered the last part out as he tapped the skin below my ear. Oh God, how good it felt.

I feel like I can hardly breathe, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. Finally, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open. I practically bolt out, my sneakers tapping against the concrete, determined to put as much distance between him and me. I make my way towards my car—or at least, I try to, because I only make it a few steps before his voice stops me dead in my tracks. “Elysian.” His tone is firm, authoritative, and it sends a string of shivers down the base of my spine. I freeze, my back still turned to him.

The caller ID with a heart symbol keeps appearing. Dawn. He hesitates for a fraction of a second before turning the phone face down again. The presentation continues, graphs shifting, numbers being explained. He tells himself he will call her later once the meeting is done. Still, he hasn’t been able to concentrate on anything being said. The phone vibrates again.

The letters look bold and cold on the screen. My thumb hovers above the call button. My heartbeat quickens, each thud louder than the last. My mind screams at me to stop, to put the phone down. But my heart... my heart doesn't listen. I stare at his name until my vision blurs with tears. And I almost pressed call.