Heartbeats Knife Novels & Stories

“I will marry you. I don’t want to marry Camelia. All this time I have only taken advantage of her intelligence.” Those words became a knife that mercilessly tore through her heart. For years, Camelia dedicated her brilliance to building William’s company—saving it from bankruptcy, winning impossible negotiations, and turning failures into success. She believed they were partners in love and ambition. She was wrong. To William, Camelia was not a woman to be loved. She was merely a mind to be exploited. A strategy to be used. A stepping stone toward greater profit.

Ever since my husband, Ted Towery, returns from a trip, he seems like a completely different person. He becomes gentle, attentive, and deeply affectionate. But one night, I get up in the middle of the night and see him standing at the kitchen counter. On the cutting board lie his head, his tongue, his eyeballs, and a heart that is still beating. "He" holds a kitchen knife, seeming a little conflicted. "Where should I start fixing?" Suddenly, the tongue on the cutting board lets out a shrill scream, "She sees us!"

"Are you afraid?" He said as he walk towards me. I could feel the tension, nervousness and the trembling all through out my body. My hands are literally shaking and my heartbeats is all I could hear. I flinch when he suddenly put his hand against my cheeks. He's warm. The feeling that I have never felt before. I look at his beautiful gray eyes that is intensely looking at me as if piercing my very soul, "Why would I?" I said and clasp my arms around him. I felt his arms closing the thin gap between us, a smile sneaked into my mouth as I close my eyes, "I would never be afraid of you. I will never leave your side, I promise" I said. Austin is a runaway. Living alone all by herself gave her an ultimate obssession; mythological beings. Never did she imagine that on the fifth year of being by herself, something out of this world would welcome her on her 20th birthday; a history professor with thousands of secrets that are yet to be discover.

Sweet girl hurt and sad, Trapped in her own mind, driving her mad. Solace in her exotic friends and treasured haven, Hope for something sweet, settle deep in her cravings. He watches lovingly with the help of a friend, In hopes to put her poison life to an end. A story told full of passion and life, Ending in a dance with a knife and a wife. There's more to meet the eye. A journey she doesn't have to face alone. Whether its in her head or a forever present being in her life, Raelynn will get through it.

I become paralyzed after trying to save my wife. Seven years later, she holds a knife to our young son's neck and forces me to donate my kidney to her male best friend. She says I'm worthless now that I'm already paralyzed—what does it matter whether or not I have my kidneys? What she doesn't know is that I already lost a kidney many years ago when trying to save her. Now, she's taking away the only one I have left!

“”I loved you," she whispered, the pain evident in her voice. The girl saw that he understood, that he knew. She caught the grief that flickered in his eyes before he swiftly plunged the knife into her heart. And as she fell soundlessly into his waiting arms, a single tear trickled down her cheek.” “ When a mysterious boy suddenly walks into Arder Santiago’s life, she is incredibly drawn to him, despite her better judgment. As her feelings for him grow stronger, the past comes back to haunt her and things are not what they seem. Soon everything is irreversibly changed.

To save my wife, my lungs were pierced by a knife, leaving lasting consequences. When I fell ill and struggled to breathe, she said I was dramatic and went on a business trip with her childhood friend. When she returned, I found a man's underwear in her suitcase that did not belong to me. I calmly made the call: "Director, I've made up my mind. I'm going to assist in Avrika." Later, at the airport, she bent down, publicly lowering her head and begging for my forgiveness.

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."

My child-free husband went back to his hometown for a funeral, and after he returned, he suddenly wanted me to have a baby. He was one of the best obgyns in the state, so he handled my IVF procedure himself. After more than 160 hormone shots, we finally heard the baby’s rhythmic heartbeats for the first time, which made my usually calm husband tear up. Soon, he tightened every part of my routine, from a strict diet to my schedule, and once my belly started showing, he barely let me get out of bed. I thought he was just being overly protective. But then, right by my ear, I heard a nasty little boy’s voice. [Which player starts their mission inside the womb? And she’s not even my mom!] [Just four more months. My dad will make sure she dies on the operating table so he can keep only his son.] [After that, he’ll bring my real mom back, and my mission will be complete!] I canceled my afternoon checkup immediately as soon as I heard this. Did the system forget to tell him that he wasn’t the only player in this world?

He's a father of twins, she's a virgin girl, he's rude heartless man for outsiders, she's jolly, loving girl. He's arrogant, she's queen of arrogance and sassy ness. He's bitter spoker, she's sharp spoker. If he's a knife, then she's a sword. Will they two polor aparts character ever become one after their marriage? will he able to love her? Or she be able to accept his Childerns as hers? To know about the journey of sweet and salty, Anshika and Kabir...join CEO and His Adorable TWINS. ××WARNING-- MATURE CONTENT××