Novel & Cerita Bleeding Heart Story

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

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. ---

She was swinging my hand repeatedly as she bounced gleefully. I exhaled. I might as well give it a try. What could go wrong? "Let's go. Just once" I replied and Alfred winked. .. I was wrong. Many things could go wrong. I remember saying this two times and so many things went wrong. Like when I agreed to stay the night in New Hampshire and things went south and we had to share a room or when I had agreed to get Alfred to fall in love with me, thinking 'nothing can absolutely go wrong' and well look at me now. I'm supposed to make someone's heart beat fast but I'm the one whose heart is beating wildly.

He taunted. I was fuming in rage by then, and I didn’t see any way of we working like nothing ever happened between us. If that continued, everyone would've come to know there were more to us, not that it was a crime and I never told Sebastian that he was the only man in my life. The thing was I kept my mouth shut and I had already lost the chance to come clean. What I was even thinking? Before I could replied to Noah, a man in his late thirties wearing a black suit came in the line of my vision.

On my way home from work, I passed by a dark alley behind a bar and heard a woman's faint cries for help. Driven by a sense of justice, I charged straight in. Scarlett was being pinned to the ground at the time, kicking with her bare legs and struggling desperately. Several punks told me to mind my own business, but I was young and still had a fiery sense of righteousness. I grabbed a brick and rushed at them. The thugs got what they deserved, but I ended up covered in injuries. An artery in my leg was severed and the bleeding would not stop. If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

I voiced out exhausted, dropping right on a huge tree branch, as the tears kept rolling, and my mind and heart in total chaos of it all. A few minutes passed, and finally, my tears had dried down, I looked around, and I realized I had actually gotten way deep into this forest. I stood right up, as I then turned around and walked back, “Okay, I need to leave, before the night—” A sudden sharp pain hit me as I felt the pierce of a needle-like pain seeping right into my calf, “Ahh,” I couldn't help but voice out in pain, as I swiftly threw the snake off my body.

She needed to be strong. “She is. You should stop worrying; let’s go now.” Anita held her hands and helped her stand up, and they both walked fast to the car. Anita drove the vehicle to the hospital. Kirsten stops herself from crying. She was hurt but hurt even more after hearing the bad news. Her father got into an accident. Her father is so kind. Why had he suffered from this? A call came into Kirsten from Sam's number while Anita was driving. She kept her fingers crossed that Sam was on the other line of this phone. She despises hearing Charles' voice. When Kirsten realized she could still hear Sam's brother on the line, she quickly ended the connection.

"The patient in Bed 3—the one who had the heart bypass surgery—his postoperative bleeding won't stop! He's the father of the richest man in the city!" Emma was already staring at the plummeting stock market, her head pounding. After hearing that, the coffee mug in her hand slipped from her grip and shattered into pieces. The scalding coffee splashed onto her high-end designer suit, but she didn't even notice. "If you can't stop it, call the department head. Call in specialists! What am I even paying you people for?" The head nurse was so anxious that she stomped her feet and yelled, "The only one who can perform this surgery is Dr. C—the former director! Dr. Livingston is in the operating ro

Clarissa and Diana's mother exchanged glances when Adrian mentioned his ex-fiance's name, but they said nothing and stared at him, waiting for the next sentence. “Dean goes to Diana to tell her a secret I've been hiding for so long. It's not that I'm keeping it a secret from Diana forever, I'm just waiting for the right time.” Adrian looked straight at Diana's mother, full of apologies. “Unfortunately in the end Diana found out from someone else, not from me.” "What secret?" Clarissa interrupted, curious. Adrian put his finger on his left chest. “I once suffered from heart disease, so severe that I could only lay there waiting for a donor heart for me. When there is no donor heart, then deat