Bleeding Hearts Novelas e Histórias

The heart is this 2D clover-leaf shape when it should be a bloody, ugly lump of meat scarred with coronary arteries. If you ran an actual arrow through an actual heart, you best make sure it’s a kill shot into one of the two ventricles because, as confirmed by Bio teacher Mrs. Borromeo, an arrow through the heart isn’t as clean and reliable as Legolas makes it look. Now, Principessa’s light arrow on the other hand… Glitch. Kate’s heart makes a single, irregular beat: Ba-dump. Glitch… GLITCH! She flies out of bed so fast that vertigo adds to her migraine. But Kate’s too fired-up to notice.

Each heartbeat pulses agony through my veins. My breath catches in my throat as I gasp, trying to comprehend the visceral pain that courses through me. The crimson stain spreads across my chest. My knees buckle beneath the unbearable weight of suffering, and I crumple to the ground. The world spins, colors dancing in chaotic disarray. I feel the very essence of my existence is leaking away, leaving me stranded in a vast expanse of nothingness. Are these the final strokes of my life? I wonder with my eyes gazing down at my bleeding chest.

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."

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Her eyes turned blurry with tears when her mind started enchoing his each and every word in her ear and her eyes flashed his face in front of her , making her breathing to start turning heavy "My life taught me to be anything but certain so now I guess I would consider myself as an ambivalent , A person who love doing those things he used to hate or hate those things one he had loved ." Theses started streaming down from her eyes whereas her whole body turned weak , continuously remembering each and everything and then she fell on the floor Whereas her breathing turned more abnormal her face tuned red as her tears never stopped flowing , she closed her eyes tightly and pressed her palm ov

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.

Nina’s grip tightened around my heart, and I felt it falter, the rhythmic beating slowing under her grasp. She twisted her hand, and with a sickening crunch, she tore my heart free from my chest. I gasped, blood bubbling up from my throat, spilling from my lips. I could feel the life draining from me, the warmth seeping away as my heart—my very essence—was ripped away. My body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood and gore. Nina held my heart in her hand, watching it beat weakly, the last vestiges of life fading from its surface.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Just a blur of gates, signage, and pounding footsteps. At that same moment, Levi had just landed and was making his way out, planning to catch a car to Milan. His phone rang. It was his mother. His father had suffered a sudden heart attack. Time was of the essence. He booked a return flight to Reinstern City on the spot. And while standing in the check-in queue, his heart suddenly began to pound with inexplicable urgency—wild, loud, like it was trying to leap out of his chest. Some instinct screamed that I was nearby.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t breathe without it turning into a headline!” Harry exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “We can fix this.” I scoffed. “Oh? And how do you fix ‘mentally unstable bride’?” A slow smirk spread across Harry’s face. “We use it.” I blinked. “Use what?” He grabbed my phone, scrolling through the comments. “They think you’re weak. They think you’re crazy. Fine. Let’s give them a reason to feel bad for thinking that.” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to need more than that, Harry.”