Borrowed Heart Novels & Stories

The hallway fell silent for a few seconds, but then the pounding started again, and it was even more violent than before. "Carson! Open this door! You selfish bastard! Do you think some fake report is enough to fool me?! I'm telling you, Elliot's condition can't wait! You're donating that kidney today whether you want to or not!" I sat down in my office chair and took a sip of the cold water on my desk. Five hundred thousand dollars in wedding savings and a canceled wedding banquet. I stared at the bank notification on my phone. For the sake of her first love who was dying from advanced AIDS, she had drained my money dry. Now, she wanted to take my kidney too.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

a "So what's the next plan" I calmed myself down before giving him a reply biting my lips frighteningly. "You have to deposit 10 million dollars for the search of a heart so that we can start treatment as soon as possible and you know it's a fifty to fifty thing, you just have to pray for everything to go successfully" The doctor professed and I nodded my head, I told him to send his hospital account number and I did the transfer as soon as possible,he confirmed the payment and shook hands with me. The money I used in paying is my Boss money and I hope he understands that I stole the money for my mom's sake if not there is nothing that will warrant me to steal his money,he is so scary for me

“My God, Wade. I had no idea.” “Of course you didn’t. Why should you? The only thing that would save my life was a heart transplant. They put me on the list, but there are a lot more people waiting than there are donors.” “I assume you finally got a donor.” “At the very last possible minute. I wasn’t going to make it through the night, and I knew it. Mom and Dad and the girls were there with me. It was just about the most grim atmosphere you can imagine. Then, a miracle happened. Somebody…had an accident. It’s terrible to call that a miracle. It wasn’t a miracle for him. But he was dead whether I got his heart or not, so I call it a miracle that I got his heart.”

He was still in pain and was having difficulty talking yet she kept interrupting. “Thank you…” he muttered softly and continued “I lied to them, the loan sharks I mean… It’s the only way to get that sum of money and they were the only ones willing to give me with little to no collateral. I needed the money desperately so I immediately agreed despite the unrealistic interest. My dad… was in urgent need of a heart transplant, I… I don’t regret my decision, from the start I already planned to repay it with my life” Rose’s gaze became complex but she was trying hard to keep a straight face.

“Brat, why are they chasing after you?” Exhausted, Alex slumped to the ground. “I somehow encountered a huge heart that lives inside my body as its host. These two guys are here to snatch it. It seems to be of a great origin, but it has fused with my heart. I can’t possibly gouge my heart out, right?” Grand Emperor Rowan stared at the location of his heart again and again. Alex covered his heart with his hand quickly. “What are you doing? You aren’t trying to steal my heart, too?”

From the corridor came a cold voice. "It's an honor for him to die for my husband. Do it! Besides, if you hadn't delayed things and affected the surgery, would my husband have had a sudden episode of heart palpitations? No more nonsense. Take his heart now!" The attending doctor said quietly, "Ms. Brewer, there's no heart available in the hospital right now. Removing his heart means—" Before he could finish, Tara cut him off impatiently. "If there's no heart, then just use an artificial one. I'll pay for it. If he doesn't survive, it just means he's unlucky."

Inside: not liquid, but a tiny heart woven from green vines and silver light. "Mommy," Hope whispered, her eyes shining silver again. "The giant said the debt belonged to the Mother. But which one?" June stared at the heart, then her daughter, then the land rising up to meet them. The new sun wasn’t dead. It just moved somewhere safer. When the pod plunged into the Atlantic, warmth pulsed through June’s veins—marble lines, yes, but now they felt like roots. She saw her smiling child, the heart beating in the box.

"No obvious signs of struggle. Death confirmed—pupils dilated, heartbeat stopped, no breathing. No signs of life." He recited these words mechanically. After confirming these details, he didn't have much else to do. There were no professional tools here—the detailed examination would come later. The police took the body away while he remained in a daze. Besides thinking about the heart situation, he was also worried about his loans. To obtain that heart, he'd paid enormous sums. The surgery itself required money, and heart transplant procedures would cost even more. So he'd been forced to borrow from loan sharks. Though the surgery was successful, he'd been dragged deep into the mud.

He yanked my hair so hard that my scalp felt like it would tear. "You had a good sleep, didn't you? Why wasn't it you who died back then, you venomous bitch?" Adrian shoved me to the floor and continued, "Peggy's baby almost didn't make it. A killer like you should pay the price of your actions." I smirked and stopped struggling. For some reason, I felt surprisingly calm. My heart had been broken years ago, shattered by Adrian's relentless torment. The needle pierced my vein, and blood flowed steadily through the tube. My lips lost all color, turning cracked and pale. My fingers began to tremble, growing weaker as they rested on the bedrail. Gradually, my surroundings started to fade.