Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

I asked, dropping all the formalities. “He’s stable for now Joanne”Steve said as he took a deep long breath before continuing, “his heart went into acute decompensation and he lost consciousness due to poor cardiac output.” My pulse quickened and my heart thudded. I tried to calm down and not tilt towards the negative side. “I don't know how to tell you this, we've started him on inotropes but his response is so far minimal. We might be talking of a heart transplant” Steve dropped the news with a calm voice.

The very next day, Jeffrey convened a press conference where he openly professed his love for me, declaring it was boundless and timeless, in front of the entire public. Meanwhile, Melinda, feeling abandoned, vented on her Facebook Story. "After all the twists and turns, you've finally given up on me, becoming someone else's husband." I couldn't resist reacting; I gave her post a thumbs up and left a biting comment. 'Miss Stuart, maybe you just didn't try hard enough!' But the aftermath of Jeffrey's declaration was catastrophic. Three days later, his company suffered a major theft. Every department head found their offices ransacked, with vital contracts missing. Even the door to Jeffrey's o

Asthra said then open the projector, "Since Mrs. Hokins has only two months left before her delivery, we must study her case and our goal!" "She has a congenital heart disease specificaly the coarctation of aorta, based on her history, she has been undergone different surgery that makes her alive until today" I said and everyone has a shocked in their faces when I discuss the real situation of Mrs. Hokins heart, "I believe they have done different procedure to widened her aorta and thining its valve, but pregnancy is a whole different story, pressure and intensity is required for the mother's delivery which I dont think her heart can bear!"

“We can have this inside your place while we talk.” “What? No!” she exclaimed. “Why not? I am your boyfriend.” “In contract, Grant. Remember my rules? Rule number 2 to be precise.” “No invasion of privacy.” “How the hell did you find my place? I thought you don’t mind people’s personal matters. Besides, you could tell whatever you wanted to say on the phone.” He handed her a folder with some confidential papers that they both signed. “I also wanted to give you the legal copy of the contract.” He handed her the folder that contains the confidential papers that they both signed.

Sitting at my desk, I got a phone call that made my heart drop. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Now, looking at Lucien, at this man who'd just bared his soul in front of fifty people, the words came easily. "Lucien Blackwood, you asked me to marry you in the worst possible way." More laughter. "You offered me a contract. An arrangement. A transaction. And I said yes because I was desperate and out of options and I thought I could keep my heart out of it." She smiled through tears. "I was wrong. Turns out my heart doesn't follow instructions very well. It chose you anyway. Despite the contract. Despite the rules. Despite every logical reason why this shouldn't work."

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.

] [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.

It reaches my heart. My heart orgasms. That’s the only word. My cardiac muscle contracts – not painfully, pleasurably – a deep, slow squeeze in my chest that radiates outward like a shockwave. From my heart to my lungs. My stomach. My pelvis. My pussy. My toes. The orgasm starts at my heart and ripples outward in concentric circles and when it reaches my pussy I cum so hard I feel the bed frame crack beneath us.

She is a hundred times more scarier than Gorilla herself! I smiled shaking my head and I opened the page 224. Cardiology, great. The thing about cardiology is, a heart is a muscle. It don't have a feeling. It CAN'T be broken. The only job is to pump blood. Not emotions, feelings. I wondered what will world look like if no one would have emotions. Zero feelings. A better world maybe?