Bullet Heart Novels & Stories

I said. Lance leaned over to listen to Austin’s chest for a long time. “His heartbeat is really weak.” Austin had a congenital heart condition and could have an episode at any time. Sophie and I had heard about his episodes before, but we had never seen one happen. I focused on driving again and glanced at Sophie. Her eyes were wide open, and tears were falling onto her hand.

And at that exact moment something strange happened. The rhythm skipped slightly. Just once. Adrian felt it immediately. He narrowed his eyes. Then the heartbeat returned back to normal. Steady…perfect Adrian slowly placed his hand over his chest. A weird thought crossed his mind. Somewhere out there was a living life connected to this heart. And for some reason he felt that he was connected to that life. Anna waited at the examination room for the doctor. She placed her hand on her chest. The weird sound had not returned again.

] [He's just such a tiny thing… But holding him in my arms, I thought for a split second I should do everything for him and Sue. [But that was the moment the doctor told me about his congenital heart defect.] [30th September. I'm marrying for Nathan's sake, but I'm not marrying Sue.] [But I'm going to be a good husband to Sue and a good father to Nathan.] The pen was pushed so hard on the paper for that last line that it almost tore through it. I couldn't help smiling wryly.

He knew he couldn't lose her, not now, not ever. The waiting room was filled with the sounds of beeping machines and murmured conversations. David's ears rang with the silence, his mind numb with worry. He felt like he was in a nightmare, unable to wake up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor emerged from the operating room. David rushed to his side, his approach faltering. "How is she?" David asked, his voice shaking with emotion. The doctor's expression was somber. "The bullet caused significant damage, but we've managed to stabilize her. However, she's still in critical condition, and we'll need to monitor her closely over the next few hours."

“It’s okay. I’ll divorce her. We’ll find a match for you soon. “I’m also investigating the person who hit you with the car that day. I won’t let anyone who harms you get away with it.” I watched him carefully add fertilizer to the seeds. I had no idea what those words truly meant at the time. Renowned doctors from all over the country and abroad visited one after another. Under their treatment and with millions spent on medical care and recuperation, my body gradually recovered and gained some strength. But we still could not find a heart. A suitable replacement heart was nowhere to be found.

"Quincey, I spent three hours making this food. Make sure Hudson eats it." I went to the restroom to treat my wound. After that, I passed by the room and saw Quincey tossing the container straight into the trash. I paused and let out a sigh before walking away. When Hudson was diagnosed with his heart condition, I was shocked and worried. We'd been married for two years. He kept a very regular schedule and, as a university professor, had even once played in a faculty basketball game. Two months ago, he was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. While I was losing sleep trying to find a donor, Quincey's boyfriend had an accident.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

The lines went completely off the normal charts, turning into a massive, frantic mountain of cardiac panic. "This," Dr. Aris said, his voice echoing loudly in the quiet room. "This is the moment." I looked across the room at Blake. He had stopped breathing. His dark eyes were locked onto the television screen, staring at the jagged red lines of the graph. "At exactly 11:42 PM," Dr. Aris said, reading the time stamped at the bottom of the screen. "Scarlet Ford’s pacemaker recorded a catastrophic cardiac event. Her heart rate violently shot up from 80 beats per minute to an incredibly dangerous 190 beats per minute in less than five seconds."

The heinous effect it had on me almost ceased the beating of her heart and just when I thought I might finally be scaling through, a sharp feeling in my chest and my lungs took away my hope and I found myself on the floor, bleeding from my nostrils and eyes. "MT," I said weakly as my eyes shut themselves and I lost my consciousness.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.