Novels by Hearty Writes

DanicaI have had many thoughts to life; friendship, family, love, hatred, loneliness, happiness and even death but I have never thought as to how I will die.The last I remember was having a few drinks with Harry and Brie. Brie warned me, she didn’t want me to come here but I overlooked her words.I guess one only comes to a realization of the importance of something when one desperately needs it. I never thought I will appreciate life as much as I do right now, to think I have always wanted to die.Truth is I need to survive, no I want to live but as the crackling sound draws nearer, I wondered if I was in yet another nightmare as I slowly let go of the thin line that connects me to hope.Help me… it comes out as a whisper, a really desperate one as I remain frozen on the ground listening to the sounds of death.Praying for some sort of miracle, doesn’t it happen in the fairytales I saw as a kid?Oh, I forgot it was just a fairytale.The crackling sound gets louder and louder until

Rohan“One moment you’re all defensive and suddenly you’re not? What is wrong with you Rohan?” Arlan releases a long sigh.“Nothing.” Choosing to avoid Arlan’s gaze, I stand and leave to my bedroom.I’ve had a long day, one I hope to end well some alone peace and probably a breath of fresh air later. The trauma of being stained with cake parfait and the criminal openly denying it still annoys me.However that won’t stop me from having parfaits, never.Sighing hard, I sink into the soft sheets, closing my eyes almost immediately, as if that will help me unsee the images in my head. About a minute later, I sit up and pull off the shirt, feeling grateful that Arlan did not notice it, I then take a quick shower.How was I supposed to tell Arlan I had been shoved by a woman who openly denied her actions and that same woman is the one I’m supposed to endorse?Oh hell no, I will be crazy to give my approval to that.That is bound to go into laundry later. I drop the cloth into a laundry ba

Danica“What is that supposed to mean? Excuse me? Hey!” I bite my lips aggressively, watching the back view of the most annoying human being in the universe.And to think I was admiring it before. Looking up in disbelief, reliving the embarrassing moment I just endured; I release a suppressed laughter.That moment, I feel eyes boring into me from the other diners in the restaurant but what do I care, I’m not coming back here anyway.Who does he think he is to say that? I scoff, taking yet another look as he disappears through the door.Then turning back to the receptionist, “five thousand pounds huh?” I begin to open my bag to remove my credit card.“I’ll just have to work extra,” I sigh, stretching out the card forcefully towards the now smiling man.“That won’t be necessary miss; the cup has been paid for already.” He says politely.“What? Oh really?” I withdraw the card quickly. “Then, I will take my leave.” Looking around once more, I ignore the expressions turning in my direction

Rohan"What do you think you are doing?" My voice comes out lower than I expected. I can hear the coldness seeping out.Without a word, she freezes amidst wiping off the creamy patch on my shirt."Did you see anyone else around here?" I raise an eyebrow, trying hard to contain the bubbling anger threatening to explode inside me.For a minute, fear masks her expression as her gaze darts about, from me to the receptionist and back to the now stained patch on my shirt.Silence weighs heavily as I keep my eyes locked on her, waiting on at least an apology of some sort.That's was my parfait, I hadn't even had a bite of the creamy goodness and now it's ruined.Her lips quiver as she tries to mutter inaudible words, when suddenly; her gaze becomes firm with a scroll squeezing her brows."Do you have any proof that I did that? Of course, there is the receptionist; he could have been the one.""What?" My mind goes blank for a minute and I remain utterly dumbfounded. I never saw that coming.F

Danica"Dani, slow down for mom. Please don't run too far." Mom's voice echoes in my mind on the night of my birthday; the last night I spent with my parents.Laughing, I splash about the puddles of water on the tarred pedestrian path as we neared Westminster Bridge. "Seriously Dani, I need you to stop now."Mom cautions."Listen to your mom Dani." Dad's voice halts me to a stop and I turn with a pout."But I want to play some more, it's my birthday." I demand with an angry tone.As carefree as I am, I continued with splashes about more puddles when suddenly,"Danica Stewart..." Mom shouts but at the same time, a bright light illuminates the dark environment; blinding my sight momentarily. I squat quickly on the ground with hammering heart; startled from the sudden shock, I begin to cry."Mom..." I scream, prying my eyes open after a brief moment of silence; after I didn’t hear a single sound from my parents or a pair of hands pulling me into a warm embrace, one I’m very much familia

RohanWatching Westminster's bridge through the TV takes me back to watching it physically as a four year old, mourning the destruction of his people.Seeing this meant only one thing, the gate to the realm of mortals has been taken and they have begun attacking the red bloods."You are not wrong." Arlan speaks out. He must have read my thoughts.Turning to look at him, he meets my eyes."They won't." He says again.I replay Arlan's statement in my head and I remember hearing that same statement again and again as a child.It’s been twenty five years, a long period for a boy to become a man. One where that boy can no more be deceived by hearsay.Deep down I know a war is coming or it might be already here.“But why now? Why are they hiding the bodies instead of coming out plainly like they did on Jade Earth?” I draw my gaze back to the TV.Demons cannot hunt in the day here, the sun is a threat. They can only attack at night.” “But that doesn’t stop them. Why are they choosing to att