Ascending Hearts Novels & Stories

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

Mira closed her eyes and let him hold her, her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. She didn't say the words. But she felt them—burning in her chest, pressing against her ribs, demanding to be set free. I love you too. God help me, I love you too.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

"Is he okay now? Because I can't see anything attached on his body." "Can't determine yet because his health status is indefinite, for now he’s okay but later he’s not.” "I don't understand, what's my brother's condition?" "Storm has Cardiac Dysrhythmia also known as Arrhythmia, uhm... it’s an irregular heartbeat and he's heart condition has a fast heartbeat. He has over one hundred beats than the normal, which is eighty, and that condition called Tachycardia and for his age today the normal heart rate will be seventy to one hundred ten beat per minute. But his heart rate is sometimes greater than one hundred thirty-seven beat per minute or stay in that number and the number of beat per minu

The one that'd been there for seven years. Even now, Jessica had no idea that the heart that was beating in her chest was mine. Seven years ago, Jessica was inching closer to death with every passing moment. We still could not find a match for her. Artificial hearts were not as advanced as they were. They could technically keep the patient alive for days at a time, but there were a lot more downsides than ups. Once they confirmed that my heart was a match, I gave it to her. Me? I got an artificial heart that technically could keep me running for seven years. I got the cheapest option to save money.

I started breathing heavily as reality sank inside my head when her expression did not change. He was dead. Arwin was dead, a friend died. He was not even supposed to be here but he stayed because of me. "How?" I whispered. Bernadette shook her head, "He was found dead in the hospital. The doctors did everything to save him but his wolf was very weak." She wrapped her arm around me but I did not move from my position. I kept standing like a rock. "I am so sorry," she said softly. I closed my eyes briefly.

Whatever was happening inside of her head, though, seemed to have called high doses of adrenaline, and he hoped that his heart could resist the marathon-like rhythm it had. “What is it, Doctor?” Mr. Archer asked, noticing the man sitting by his daughter’s side start to frown. “Well,” he said, thinking for a moment how to properly phrase what he had to say. “Her heart is going a lot faster than usual…” “And that is not good, of course.” “Not really… if it continues like that for too long, she might suffer a heart attack, and that might be fatal…”

Color starts creeping back into his face. The doctor checks his blood pressure next, frowning at the reading. "One-forty over ninety. Too high." He shines the light in Hayden's eyes again. "Pupils equal and reactive. Good." He listens to Hayden's chest longer this time, his stethoscope moving in careful patterns. "Any history of heart issues?" Dr. Grant asks me, since Hayden's too winded to speak. "Broken heart syndrome," I say quickly. "He was diagnosed recently. Stress-induced. He's on meds for it."