روايات وقصص ضمن Be Careful With My Heart Cast

groaned Lycus Lewis in his mind. Albus looked around the room and did not find the scepter containing The Heart of Magic. Albus's heart pounded. He approached Lycus Lewis, who was in a state of death. Albus tore off Lycus Lewis's shirt. He could see that tendrils of black energy were almost filling Lycus Lewis's chest. Once his chest was perfectly black, his heart would explode and shatter. Lycus Lewis was dying.

Felix threw his phone at my head. “Liana, are you crazy?! Why are you bothering us while I’m making a mannequin in Ruby’s likeness? You should really look at just how many times you’ve called me!” Blood flowed from my temple. Even so, I could still see the lipstick stain on his collar. It was a light pink, the favorite color of Ruby Jones, the influencer. The third time my artificial heart sounded its alarm, the doctor told me to contact my family immediately. I needed them to accompany me while I received a thorough check.

Not for either of them. Meanwhile, Marcus and Seraphina are crouched on the floor, cautiously gathering the shards of the Heart. They handle each piece with care, as if even the smallest fragment holds a power that could return if mishandled. Though the Heart is destroyed, they know better than to trust in finality. Magic like this doesn’t just vanish. “We’ll make sure it’s completely destroyed,” Marcus murmurs to Seraphina, his voice tight with both weariness and determination. “There’s no chance we can allow something like this to come back.”

“However, I was wrong and it led to something that hurt you instead. I blame myself for assuming things and I am sorry for not acting fast, Castel.” Castellana’s vision blurred so she immediately looked down, not wanting to show anyone the tears pooling in her eyes. “Keep that ring to remind you of my promise to make you happy and keep you safe no matter what,” he added. “You may be bonded to Alaric, but that won’t stop me.”

What should I do now at these times to calm my bleeding heart? What the beautiful puzzle refers to is my son. My son I was not even able to see. Why didn't the old witch just tell me who she was referring to? he says he sees the future? he says he was just ordered to protect me? is it not included in that protection? to protect my heart never to be rebuilt.

"Do--- does it mean that I cannot do the usual things that I am doing?" The doctor looked at her straight in her eyes. "For now, yes. But when your heart recovered, you can go back to the usual things that you are doing. The only thing that I can say is that you have to be careful with your emotions. You cannot be stress or you cannot be so happy or sad. That's harmful for your heart," the doctor said in a serious tone. Cassy was looking at the man wearing all white in front of her. She knew that he knew what he was doing but it was so hard for her to accept each of his words.

I had eaten a bedside table and you had drawers in one of those could be my phone. I started trying to carefully get out of bed. My muscles ached and so did my ribs. Finally, after a few minutes I managed to get completely out of bed. That cast weighed me horribly. I got to the bedside table and opened the first drawer, there was nothing, the second drawer had nothing in it either and finally the third one, I opened it and there was my wallet, my phone and my phone charger. I slowly walked back to my bed after seeing what I had a plug right next to it. I laid back down and tucked myself in, it was cold. I plugged in my phone and turned it on. You had so many notifications that it was stuck.

The weight of confusion and frustration pressed upon her, intensifying the internal battle she fought to navigate a path towards healing and happiness. Amidst the increasing tears and emotional turmoil, Kaia reached a painful realization: leaving Beau seemed like the only way out. Unlike before, she decided not to warn him this time. The weight of her decision hung heavy, and with a heavy heart, she contemplated the difficult path that lay ahead. Whoever her guardian angel was, that bìtch must be in a deep sleep.

This time, however, even Harken can’t deny that it’s not an accident, this was intentional, and Amy is the prime suspect so far. “Miss Ashford,” the doctor calls before moving aside the parting curtain. He checks over his clipboard once more before smiling up at her. “Your test results have come back looking fine, no damage done to your throat or lungs, no signs of frost damage, or oncoming illness. It seems you just managed to escape any real harm and just needed a bit more oxygen to get you back in peak condition.” “That’s great to hear. Does that also mean I’m free to leave now?” she asks.

She kept begging, "Joseph, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Now, it's just the two of us in our family. We only have each other. Please forgive me. I'll obey your every command…" He did not look at her. He only talked to the bodyguards. "Bind her to the bed!" he ordered coldly. He took out a scalpel and slowly unbuttoned Yvette's shirt as she watched in terror. "This heart belongs to Wendy. You don't deserve it, so you should return it to her," he said. "No! Are you out of your mind? I'll die without this heart!" yelled Yvette. Yvette was finally afraid. She had always been adored by her brother.