Bae Heart My Story Novels & Stories

"Mama Bee give hawth(heart) Theo again, pweathhh…" they have settled already on the bed and Beam was reading a bedtime story to Theo when the boy remembered to ask another sticker heart from his mama Bee. "Heart?" Beam confusedly asked as he stared at the boy's adorable face. Even Archer, who is replying to emails on his phone, turned to the two. "Theo hawt(heart) tuwn(torn). Theo Thad (sad)" the boy pouted sadly as he explained to his perplexed fathers.

"You." My heart beat heavily…

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Beau's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Beau doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don’t know how I’ll ever piece it back together.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

His fingers slipped through my hair, combing and brushing it with his hands. I let out a small sigh. “My heart is finally at peace.” He hummed, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. “Hmm?” I smiled. “It seemed like my heart was always in a state of war. First, it was weak—always fighting with my sickness. Then, it was replaced. During that moment, it fought with guilt, because I felt unworthy of living when someone else’s heart gave me a chance.” My fingers traced the faint scars over his chest absently. “And then… it was you. My heart fought the hardest when it came to you, Rowan. I didn’t think you would love me like this.”

They seemed inseparable. My heart was torn apart as pain hit me in broken pieces. One was my husband of two years, and the other was my best friend since college years. Hudson had been born with a heart condition. He now had the heart of Quincey's boyfriend, Maverick Goldstein, who had died in a car crash. After the surgery, Hudson insisted he was Maverick. I forced a smile and set a container of healthy food on the table next to the hospital bed. "Quincey, I spent three hours making this food. Make sure Hudson eats it."

Or through fame The heart begins to get cold and void. That's my story.

The gradual discovery of respect, then desire, then love so profound it transcended the physical. I won't leave without you, Alex insisted, his determination forming a brilliant anchor in the void. Always so stubborn, Sonia's thoughts caressed his. That's what I fell in love with first—your absolute refusal to accept defeat. In the medical bay, the monitors tracking Alex's heart suddenly registered a faint, irregular beat. "We have cardiac activity," the doctor announced, redoubling efforts. "Push one more milligram epinephrine." James stepped forward, hope flaring. "Alex?"

She instructed under the audio. Brian sighed, then reached for his AirPods to listen to whatever it was. It turned out to be an original audio recording of the baby's heartbeat. Brian didn't know when a tear rolled down his cheek. He thought his mom and Vanessa were overreacting in the video when they had tears in their eyes. There was something about the sound Brian was currently listening to, even words would not do enough justice to describe it. The sound was just so beautiful........Laurel knew what she was doing when she told him to listen with his headphones, knowing the heartbeat from the video wouldn't do enough justice. With tear-filled eyes, Brian kept on replaying the audio until