Bleeding Heart Story Novels & Stories

I had gone on blunt rampage on a full moon. "I'm sorry." I humbled. "Good boy. Now, where were we?" He paused slightly, and continued. "She has a bandaged heart, yet bleeding." Blood divulged, sitting on all fours, and resting his head on his crossed fore limbs. "What the f.. what do you mean?" I was about using the 'F' word again, but I remembered Blood's threat just in time to eat off the remaining fucking letters. "She has not gotten over an ache buried deep within her heart. It could be a nightmare, a bad encounter, or the death of a loved one."

I didn't want any more trouble, my desire to hit him was gone. After having an hour, I got tired and headed home, the next day I had to go to school. I had been walking for about three minutes when I heard some footsteps behind me. I tried to turn around quickly, but I couldn't and I didn't see who it was when I felt a strong pain in my lower part of my back. At that moment I knew I had been stabbed. I fell to the ground and was just bleeding non-stop. The person who had done this ran so fast that in seconds their footsteps were no longer audible.

The Breaking of the Ice The heat radiating from the freshly slashed emerald paint seemed to ignite the final, fragile threads of Vivian’s restraint. When Avery’s warm, paint-stained hand covered her trembling fingers on the knife, Vivian didn't pull back. She didn't calculate a defense. Her heart hammered a frantic, undisciplined rhythm against her ribs that easily drowned out the distant hum of the Manhattan Bridge. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Vivian leaned back into Avery’s touch.

The blade sank into my chest. Blood burst out in a hot rush. My artificial heart stopped—completely. My body went weightless, drifting upward like smoke. Through blurred vision, I watched Claire's face twist into something broken. She screamed my name. "Wesley!" My soul grew lighter. I saw myself collapse in her arms, blood pouring from the wound. She clamped both hands over it, pressing hard, trying to stop the flow. But the more she pushed, the more it gushed—seeping through her fingers, spilling everywhere, unstoppable.

They did not seem to see the black puddle spreading across the wood. "Student Benson?" the lead doctor asked. She had glasses and a cold voice. "We are waiting for your answer. How do you treat a heart that's under too much pressure?" Maya felt a hand squeeze hers. It was warm and rough. It was the hand of a man who worked with tools and oil. She looked to her left. The chair was empty. Benson was gone. The invisible friend who had given her strength a second ago had vanished. Now there was a cold wind in the room.

He never knew that I was not unharmed in the accident that took the lives of our parents. The violent impact destroyed my lungs. I did not receive proper treatment. I suffered respiratory failure after only six short years, and I did not have much time left. Yvette suddenly fainted six months ago. She was diagnosed with heart failure after being sent to the hospital. Joseph hired the best heart specialists in the world at the private hospital owned by Sinclair Enterprise. He paid a huge price to search for a willing heart donor. I knew that was my only chance to ease the relationship with Joseph. I signed the organ donation agreement willingly before I died.

The pale light landed on the blanket at his feet—dark, damp stains spreading there. It was blood from late-stage heart failure. Hearing my footsteps, he scrambled to pull open a drawer, shoving in bottles of pills and half-empty liquor. There was still blood smeared on the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen this." I didn't answer, and only sat down beside him. "What if they found you a compatible heart? Maybe you'd still have a chance." Adrian's voice trembled.

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?"

Sunny's POV Parker and I were sharing the same bed but seem like a wall has been built between us. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. Honestly, I am not used to this. This is the first time that someone had confessed his feelings to me. I'm shocked as hell. Even my heart kept on beating so loud and I'm afraid Parker would hear it. He occupied the space beside the wall and I took the side within the edge of the bed. I knew that both of us are still wide awake. I am blaming my heart for this. It kept on beating an exaggerated way. Should I be afraid of having a heart attack? I guess so.

when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand. " What is that for " I asked him, something wasn't feeling right and I had no idea what it could possibly be. " It's an injection for her heart, it is under strain and we suspect she might experience heart failure " why was it the first time I'm hearing about this. " Why wasn't I informed, if that was the case " I asked him before he could answer the doorbell rang it must be Hillary I had been expecting her.