Bleeding Hearts Novels & Stories

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

The silence that fell over the tiny, amber-lit cabin was suffocating. Dante slowly unzipped his soaked tactical jacket, his breathing shallow and ragged. He pulled the collar of his shirt down, revealing the skin over his sternum. The flesh there was mottled with angry, purplish-black veins—the physical manifestation of the necrosis that had nearly liquefied his heart. The pain had subsided to a dull, throbbing ache, but the biological reality of what he was carrying inside him was impossible to ignore.

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

I swear she turns red; She quickly drops the wine on the table taking a walk of shame with her crying daughters behind her. When the house finally becomes empty and I am all alone, I carefully pick up my glass cup and smash it against the wall, I watch it shatter into tiny pieces just like my heart, I pick up a sharp piece and slide to the floor. Dragging my gown to my thigh, I place the tip of the glass on my lap and cut. I cut so deep that I am almost alarmed by the amount of blood I see. I have never been a suicidal person; I don't plan on bleeding to death.

Doctor Shem explained his face facing the floor. , "What are you saying, doctor?" Sheila shouted as she gripped Doctor Shem's hand. "We have done everything we can, but your mother's illness is unusual." Doctor Shem explained to the already devastated Sheila. "But doctor, can't you still..." Sheila interrupted but before she could finish her sentence, the machine started blinking red, and Shiela's mother began shaking violently, causing confusion and panic among the doctors and nurses. The machine abruptly stopped when Shiela's mother stopped moving, and Doctor Shem used his telescope to examine her before delivering the devastating news. "I'm sorry, but she's gone."

"Hmmm Nimf...please...please...I am sorry...please don’t leave me!" We're sprinting towards the operation room, and Amber is holding Andrea back, tears streaming down her cheeks... "Please, Doctor...!!! Save her!!! Please...!" Andrea shouts outside the operating room... We all begin to prepare, and Clark rushes inside. We swiftly investigate what is going on and the reason for her attack. "There is internal bleeding in her heart." "I need spare bags of blood right now! Scalpel!" I yell and quickly check her heart inside; I was surprised to see her heart bleeding so much; I need to find out what is causing the bleeding, so I continue suctioning and discovered the leaking, fuck! She has alread

Wiping my tears, I made my way to the office. As I stepped inside, the sterile scent of medical equipment filled my senses, and my heart raced in anticipation. The doctor's somber expression hinted at the gravity of the situation. "Your mother has cancer and needs to be admitted immediately," the doctor said, his words hanging heavily in the air, each syllable landing like a weight upon my chest. The world around me seemed to blur as the reality of the statement sunk in. Admitted immediately – the urgency of the situation echoed in those words.

And she couldn't help but bite her lower lip to the point that it was bleeding, seeing the two of them having a good time. Jealousy, hatred, anger, Elle felt like her heart was exploding due to those emotions. She clenched her fists so tight that her sharp nails had pierced the skin on her palm and then bled. But even then, she didn't feel any physical pain. All the pain she could feel right now was the pain she felt in her heart.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

As he gazed at his reflection, he saw a restless soul, a lone wolf filled with dissatisfaction and inner turmoil. Taking a seat on the toilet, he reached for his phone and messaged a friend overseas. Bradley: [When will you be returning to the country?] Kevin: [?] Bradley: [I need to undergo a comprehensive medical examination.] Kevin: [Why?] Bradley: [Lately, my heart has been beating fast, and I've had two nosebleeds. I suspect it might be a heart condition or even leukemia.] Kevin: [...] Kevin: [A fast heartbeat could be attributed to infatuation. But you, perpetually single, can't possibly be infatuated with another woman!]