Bleeding Heart Story Novels & Stories

There was no point arguing with people who were about to die. Memories surfaced in my mind. That winter, when Yvonne's company ran out of cash and she faced countless setbacks, she got drunk and collapsed in the snow. I was the one who carried her home on my back. I paid her rent and bought her meals with the money I had secretly earned from odd jobs. She clung to me and cried like a child. "Will, I promise I will never let you suffer in this lifetime." What a joke! Now, for a mere investment deal, she treated me like a toy, trampling on me.

The blade was still in his chest. "Isabella, look at me," Dante cupped my face. "Don't look at him." I nodded, but my body began to shake uncontrollably. Fear, rage, and a profound sense of relief washed over me, leaving me breathless. "I want to go home..." my voice was small. "We're going home now," Dante held me tighter. "Right now..." My vision blurred, and my body felt heavy. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Dante calling my name.

“Grey has a heart condition.” “A–A what?” “IT DIDN’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT,” SHE SAID QUIETLY. “IT STARTED WHEN HE WAS EIGHTEEN… THE SAME YEAR HIS LIFE FELL APART.” SHE LOOKED DOWN AT HER GLASS. “GREY HAS A STRESS-INDUCED CARDIAC ARRHYTHMIA.” MY BREATH CAUGHT.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

Harrison Blackthorne chose his perfect life and perfect family over us. And now that perfect family includes me, apparently. The bastard daughter no one wanted. The secret that came back to haunt them from beyond the grave. I make it three blocks before I have to stop and lean against a building. My stomach is churning and my head feels like it's full of static. Everything I thought I knew about my life has been a lie.

Clearly he wants an explanation for why I have been so lazy and living in an environment like this. “I have been undergoing a lot of stress lately. My best friend and my man cheated on me. The girl is even pregnant for him, and soon they are planning a wedding. I have been broken. And thanks to you, I have at least been better for the past two days,” I say. “I am so sorry for that. And it's understandable, sometimes heartbreak drains your interest to do anything. I know the feeling,” he says. “Have you undergone something like that before?” I ask him.

she whispers, as she silently wept. ============================== Kei ran like a madman as he is dashing through the hospital's hallway where Uncle Onodera is confined. He received an emergency call from Aunt Francia, and she told him that the old man's condition has worsened due to the complications on his heart. He is now transferred to the Intensive Care Unit for observation. Uncle Onodera needs to have an open heart surgery as soon as possible, but he's still on a waiting list for heart donor recipients...

I wanted to wake her because I couldn't hear what she was saying as she kept on muttering in her sleep, with her brow covered in sweat. Ask her to tell me the truth. Ask her if she saw where Tessa was. If she knew what all of this meant. Pushing her over the edge was the last thing I wanted to do because she is barely holding up. I detested being powerless. I detested feeling inadequate to prevent this storm from engulfing everyone I held dear. The door creaked open again. I looked up. It was one of the nurses. “His heartbeat’s stabilizing… a little,” she said softly. “But the internal bleeding is resisting the binders. We’re… doing what we can.”

He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't do anything for him." Darryl was right that Jeffrey's heart vein was pierced through, and he had lost too much blood. Even the gods, and even the Divine Farmer, were powerless to save Jeffrey. Darryl remembered that only the heart of the Ocean could save the person when one's heart vein was destroyed. However, there was only one Heart of the Ocean in the world. Ten years ago, when Dax's heart vein was pierced, they had used that one and only Heart of the Ocean.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."