Borrowed Heart Novels & Stories

' Six years ago, I signed a heart donation agreement and closed my eyes forever. 'My heart now beats inside your chest.' The very last thing I did before I died was kneel before my parents and beg them to keep that secret.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

Her eyes welled up with tears, but I didn’t care. “It’s too late,” she whispered. A hollow, terrible silence filled the room. I clenched my fists. “What do you mean, too late?” She wiped at her tears, her voice trembling. “During the transfer… the heart was accidentally contaminated.” The remains of my fragile heart finally shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed, voice thick with emotion. “The hospital hasn’t reported it yet, but… it can’t be used anymore.” My shoulders shook again as I cried, realizing that I had just gone back to square one again.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, But I didn't have a choice at that time; someone had kidnapped my daughter, and I was helpless and blinded by my daughter's love, I went against my integrity and destroyed my heart just before it was about to transplant into Mrs. Allen's body; when Mrs. Allen was bought into our hospital, We diagnosed deadly poison in her body, and the toxin blocked her heart, and her heart failed to respond in her body anymore, so we had no choice but to arrange heart surgery for her, She was lucky yet unlucky at the same time; we only had two hearts, so we decided to give Mrs. Allen one and another for the Song family's eldest daughter, who was born with heart disease from birth. Everyth

“The guys I borrowed from.” My heart dropped. I knew that Victor had taken out a loan. It was about a year ago, when his mother was terribly ill. The loan sharks in our area were known to be very dangerous– especially when their money wasn’t returned on time. I never wanted him to go that far, but it wasn’t like I had five thousand dollars laying around to give him for his mother’s surgery. He didn’t have a choice. And to think that she had ended up dying anyways was just cruel.

But before I could reach them, a little foot stomped down hard, grinding the pills into the floorboards until they were crushed and embedded in the dust. "Shameless! Thief! Get out of my house!" Her voice pierced through the air like a shard of glass. A deafening ring exploded in my ears. My artificial heart maxed out under the strain. I couldn't hold myself up anymore—I collapsed, and the past came flooding back. Maya had been sickly since birth. By the time they found her heart condition, there was no time left to wait for a donor. So I went in for the match quietly, and without a second thought, gave her my healthy heart. I had an artificial one put in its place.

“I'm begging you, Chanel, lend me some money. I ran out of immunosuppressants three days ago, and now my chest hurts so much I can barely breathe…” He wept bitterly, pointing at his chest. “Your family gave me this heart. You can't just give it to me and then leave me to die!” Chanel tossed his hand aside coldly, her voice filled with disgust. “Get away from me. I was blind to think you were pitiful back then. “If you hadn't cried constantly in your room, Connor's leg wouldn't have been broken. If you hadn't stopped taking your medicine on purpose to trigger your heart condition, Connor wouldn't have lost the heart transplant.”

To them, it was the mark of a thief—a reminder that I had remained safe while my twin sister, Elena, had been snatched away into the dark. “I’ve already given him my kidney,” I whispered. My throat felt like it was lined with glass. The surgery from three weeks ago still throbbed, a dull, biting ache in my side every time I took a breath. “The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.”