Novel & Cerita Bullet Heart

“I—well, I didn’t want to pry. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I appreciate that.” He exhaled, as if preparing himself. “I have Dilated Cardiomyopathy. It’s a heart condition. It means my heart has to work a lot harder than it should, and it doesn’t always keep up.”

"Tell me why my husband is taking beta blockers and blood thinners. Tell me why Dr. Reeves has you on what looks like a full cardiac medication protocol. Tell me what's wrong with your heart." For a long moment, he just looks at me. Those storm-grey eyes unreadable, walls slamming down. Then he sits down on the bed. Runs a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect style. "Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy," he says quietly. "The left ventricle of my heart is thickened. Makes it harder for blood to pump efficiently. Creates risk of arrhythmia, heart failure, sudden cardiac death." The clinical terms hit me like physical blows.

Vanessa’s pulse spiked. “Alexander!” A loud crack split the air. Gunfire. People shouted as panic rippled across the scene. Firefighters ducked behind trucks while police officers scrambled toward the chaos. The bullet struck the pavement near Alexander’s feet. The guard shoved him backward. “Move!” Another shot rang out. This one hit a metal barricade, sparks flying as it ricocheted away. Vanessa felt her breath catch. The attackers weren’t trying to kill him immediately. They were trying to push him.

Our past memories started flooding back and it was so painful that he was gone so soon. “Daddy isn’t dead, mommy. He’s sleeping. The doctor said he’s sleeping.” Ivy retorted and I stopped immediately. “What? What do you mean he’s sleeping?” I turned to my parents and asked while they nodded. “He’s in a coma. He wouldn’t have survived as the bullet was shot directly at his heart but the surgery he had when he had an accident as a child saved him. One of his rib was reconstructed then and that blocked the bullet from getting to his heart. They managed to save him but he’s in a coma now and we just have to be hopeful that he’s come back to us.” My dad explained.

He replied trying to hide his delight. As they exited, they were met with a throng of reporters and flashing cameras. Sophia’s heart pounded, memories of a traumatic night flooding back. She remembered the blinding lights of the ambulance, the piercing sounds of sirens, and the chaos that followed the accident of that fateful day.The reporters’ shouts and camera flashes mirrored that horrific night, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass "Zaylee" his voice broke down and he fell unconscious. "Is he still alive?!" The doctor nodded. "Where was his wife? Those glasses could have seriously injured him" Armani stared at the doctor "His wife is dead" The doctor blinked repeatedly before shaking his head his despair. He left the two alone. "What do you mean!" Dex yelled at Armani trying to stand up "You killed your wife Dex" Dex glared at Armani "Armani where is she?!" he yelled getting hold of Armani

★★ Meanwhile, Diana was shivering in tears while driving home As her mind was flashing back, remembering what Delis said to her And tears were rushing down from her eye due to the uncomfortablility, she is at that moment she mistakenly kicked her hallux toe on the body of the car, which is the one she has an injury on. "Aah oh My gosh! What's all this Almighty" she shouted as she tilted down holding her legs not knowing a car is coming right in front of her with a high-speed

She turned around and was about to leave but. “Where is she? I really need Scarlet Heart now! I don’t think I can live without her!” Cullen was shouting at Heart’s boss. Heart’s eyes widened again and her heart was really fluttering hearing Cullen’s rants at her boss. Heart slowly touched her chest and was feeling her heartbeat.

He flicked the syringe, causing it to spill droplets. My silence however encouraged him to go on talking. “I could have easily shot her dead with the gun.” He said, admiring the pistol as it shined. “But,” “Your mom here, suffers from a sickness called Cardiac arrhythmia. And this here with me, is a chemical substance known as hydrocodone.” “Individually, they don't cause too much harm, but together?, its like an earthquake launched on your heart.” He used his hands to demonstrate explosions.

Carter called. His sudden mention of Lynette caused Azael to stiffen in place, his hand trembling subtly, fear evident in his eyes. Seeing his reaction to his daughter’s name, Mr. Carter smirked mockingly. Veins popped up on Azael’s pale hands when he realized he had shown his weakness to this petty human. His primal urge to sink his fangs into David Carter’s neck and feast on his blood surged through him, but Lynette’s face kept stopping him. He couldn’t bear to hurt her, nor cause her pain.