Crush Heart Novels & Stories

The doctor announced. Cruz was overcome with an overwhelming sense of shock and denial as he sat up properly on the bed. "Common…how is that even possible?" Cruz scoffed in denial. Before the doctor could go further to explain what he meant to the others, they had already googled it. "Heart disease?" Klaus and Dave exclaimed in unison. "How can Cruz have heart disease? He has always been healthy!" Klaus complained in denial as he walked towards the doctor for a better explanation. "Because of his good health, he seems to have become very careless about his body; the disease is now at its chronic stage." The doctor went further.

Jomi asked as she continued crying like everyone started staring at them. “Why?” Jomi asked as Felix swallowed his saliva. He couldn’t say anything, he wasn’t sure of his feelings, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t want to say he felt what he wasn’t feeling. But at that moment, he felt like his heart was been squeezed mercilessly. Jomi stopped punching him as she sighed. She stared at him without blinking before she turned and started walking away slowly and Felix felt his heart getting more squeezed as she watched her walk away.

Her heart was beating fast against her chest and she was breathing out with both her mouth and her nose. The happiness that she felt was beyond measure. It was like someone had just filled up the remaining little space in her heart and her heart was about to explode from the joy and fullness of it all. She could feel her heart beating against her throat. But if she agrees to be his girlfriend, would that be the right decision? He had just stopped dating Vanessa, how would everyone look at her and think about her in school? "I- I will think about it", she managed to say after all this while and she felt her throat dry up.

I withdraw my arm and fire. The charred crust cracks, and I have to strike through once more to penetrate into the goal. When the shell breaks, a rain of coagulated blood sprays over me. I stick my paw into the evil bitch, find what I am looking for, and pull hard. The heart is still pumping weakly as I hold it up in front of the statue. I growl triumphantly and squeeze it in my powerful fist. The heart stops beating, and the red flesh-filled tissue gives way and explodes in a cloud of dust.

The room a whirlwind of memories and debris. I crawled toward the scattered lilies. The last breath of yellow in a world turned red. I picked one up. So soft. So fragile. Just like her. And then—I crushed it. Crushed it in my fist until the petals turned to pulp and the stem snapped. “Ahhh!” A cry erupted from my chest. The kind that rips through bone. The kind that shatters ribs. The kind that no one should ever hear. The kind that turns a man inside out.

HAYLEE ~<>~ My heart was pounding, relentless and deafening. It raced uncontrollably, each beat echoing in my ears like a relentless drum. The faster it soared, the louder the sound became, drowning out everything else. Every piece of bad news I received—from people I trusted, people I thought wouldn’t give up on me—caused it to thud harder, as if my chest itself were breaking apart. When I heard that there was no other way, it shattered me more profoundly than words can express.

His hand wrapped around my heart. Actually, there was no force applied. It was just his touch. “Any last words?” he mocked. When I didn’t respond, he chuckled darkly. “Oh, right. You don’t like to talk.” In one fluid motion, he crushed my heart. My consciousness lingered just long enough to feel his touch against my head—a gentle, almost tender gesture. And then my skull exploded.

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

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.

My heart might crash right through my chest and into hers. I almost hope it does.