Bleeding Heart Story Novels & Stories

I was pretty sure it was bleeding. I tried coming up to the surface, I really tried, but the large hand on the top of my head forced me down. Out of instinct, I started struggling even more. I couldn't breathe! I clamped my mouth shut, hating the fact that even my lungs were burning now. I had no oxygen left within me. I even tried grasping for anything to help me get to the surface, but I had no such luck. I needed air. My vision started blurring out. All I could see was blue. Clutching the metal disk against my chest, I finally stopped struggling. And it felt both horrifying and calming when I gave into the water surrounding me.

Author's pov "what happened jigyasa why are you crying?" Kiaan asked being tensed that someone may have told her his secret When we lie or hide something from someone there is a fear in us that works too much that I got caught? The same thing is happening with him as well. " papa! He is in hospital. He had a heart attack." Jigyasa cried and said and kiaan mentally smirked Knowing that the arrow has hit the aim perfectly. "oh. Then we should go." Kiaan said with fake worry

Brave I perceived a knife stabbed unswerving into my chest. The pointed tip of the knife landed through the skin of my heart. I am certain that very moment my heart does not wish to continue. Damn, my heart breaks. Oh man it is very painful. My heart is pounding very weak. It feels like my heart admits defeat and does not want to fight anymore. I couldn’t stop crying.

I softly whisper between sobs. "A sudden heart attack." He explains. What? "Heart attack? He was undergoing an operation so how could he suffer a heart attack?" I query. "It's a common case in an open heart surgery. It's as a result of excessive bleeding during the surgery. I... Am so sorry. We couldn't control the bleeding." At this point, I let the tears flow freely, and let my mind wander in the stinging blankness of this life.

He gawked down at his claws, blotted with the blood of the innocent and the not so innocent, Young and old alike. His entire being thumped in affliction while his heart bleed internally. A reddish teardrop slowly dripped down his cheeks. The bleeding heart of the King.

Tess continued with her teary eyes while the people around her become overly curious of where her story is leading. "I thought it was the end of me and...my son...who has a heart problem. He was admitted to the hospital and just waiting for his heart operation until I can save enough money, but it's taking so long. My son needs surgery to save his very young life" a tear fell from her eyes but she smiled. She shook her head when she saw Blaze was gesturing to her to stop. "Tess...no" Blaze sternly exclaimed but Tess just looked at him with a smile before she continued. She ignored Blaze's desperate plea to stop. Other people should know who the real Blaze Vaughn is.

"Justin lay on the hospital bed with a white bandage covering his head and a plaster on his hand. The room was silent except for the sound of the heart monitor. He had crashed his car into a tree, causing his injuries. Although his head wounds were not too deep, the doctor informed him upon arrival that he had bled a lot and was in critical condition.

"But I also truly fell in love with you. There's no way I can have a relationship with Yvette now either—all I feel is owing. Can you understand where I'm coming from, Crystal?" At that moment, never had I despised my Bleeding Heart more than now, as I had understood and forgave Cain just because he begged. Back then, I thought it was just one drop of heartblood anyway—I had ten, and it was no big deal. And because I had kept telling myself that, my chest was eventually riddled with holes, as Cain would repeatedly take my heartblood for the strangest reasons. Being run down by a carriage, her husband beat her half to death, and she almost killed herself after her husband died… there were tim

Jace Bleeding Hearts My heart as I stared blankly into his face. He fought for breath and his skin was growing cold each passing second. I rushed to him, sliding on the bloodied and rough floor with precision and held him close. “Look at me…” I held his jaw and my thumb outlined the lines. I felt his breath fading away. His pulse was rapidly reducing and the faint sound of his heart sent shivers down my spine. Beads of sweat rolled down my head as I held him and a tear drop escaped my eyelids.