Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

My heart suddenly pounds much faster now as the beads of sweat quickly multiplied on my forehead. “And as what you plan, you evil vampire, you can have her. But as an exchange, let me have my sister.” Kill pushed me now with enough force that made me bumped into his Father's chest. D*mn! Did I just hear everything clear? I forced myself to looked at Kill but his cold stare only left me with more fear. I bit my lower lip as I tried to suppress my racing heart to stop right now. Am I being used in a negotiation? A barter?

he corrected, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Laughing, I nodded my heart swelling with love. "That too, my love," I replied, feeling the weight of our shared journey, our love story, and the promises that lay ahead. Hand in hand, we stood on the precipice of a new chapter, ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future held, bound together by a love that was unbreakable, enduring, and beautifully, wonderfully ours, loving in the shadow of our heart. ******* THE END OF CONTRACTED.

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

“How quick?” “That wasn’t a first contraction.” He looks at me blankly, not understanding. “That was a ‘things are moving faster than I would like to’ contraction.” Adrian puts his hands on his head. “What do I do?” “Get me to the hospital.” Cameron I close my eyes and try to control my erratic heartbeat. Midway through a major heart operation is not the time to lose my cool. Everyone in the room has fallen silent, as if scared to speak. “Hanna,” I call.

"You started talking already, just complete what you were saying." "Okay." He smiles, but it's tight with no teeth. "Ryan's heart is really weak. He's been diagnosed with HCM for a long time now. The results of today's test showed he didn't live the simple, healthy life prescribed for him." He adds with a shrug. "Guess his heart can't take it anymore." Then, he chuckles. Was that supposed to be a joke? "That's not funny, it's just offensive." My face twist in disgust. My fist involuntarily clench. Micah steps closer, putting his hands around mine and trying to calm me.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

“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.”

I widened my eyes and stare at him feeling shocked , and then I felt a sharp pain on my chest , I held my chest and wince in pain. "Are you okay?" He asked and stood up in an attempt to walk to me. "No, I'm fine. Don't worry.. what do you mean Acute heart failure?" I asked him as I try to calm myself down. "Acute heart failure is a sudden, life-threatening condition in which the heart is unable to do its job. The heart is still beating, but it cannot deliver enough oxygen to meet the body’s needs. This condition requires emergency medical care." He explained to me.

' If he doesn't want to, tie him up himself. Ethan Wharton shook his head and explained around Kristen Oliver's waist. 'It is rumored in the medical field and on the black market that there is a demon heart, which is a human heart cultivated with high technology. It can be repaired by itself according to the patient's physique, and there is no need for external maintenance in the later stage. If I can find it, maybe I won't have to change my heart. ' The expression on Kristen Oliver's face went from disbelief to ecstasy. 'Really?'