Novel & Cerita Flurry Heart As A Grown Up

Karica's POV Butterflies should have fluttered... Bliss and longing should have been birthed inside me... The heart should have skipped beats... But none of this happened. Instead! Dread! waves and waves of it washed over me. It was my 20th birthday and according to the rules of our world, I was an adult now, ready to be tested for my potential mate. Who wouldn't want a mate? Right? Everyone wants to be cherished and yet my heart knew it was just a fantasy now.

Maybe not tonight, but soon. The tapping sound pulled me from my miserable thoughts. I thought it might be Matt knocking on the door. I wish it had been. It was the creature. It was slamming into the side of the tank, causing it to tip a little, then land. If it got any bigger—and it was already too big—it would succeed in knocking the tank over. “Shit,” I muttered, not liking the fluttery way my heart was beating. I needed to find something bigger to keep the creature in. Surely it was almost done growing? The fluttering got worse and I struggled to get air in my lungs. Can a kid my age have a heart attack?

Mom’s face lit up when she saw me. “How’s everything, baby? Settling in okay?” “Perfect,” I said honestly, skipping the Smith drama. “Lectures are great, dorm is spacious, Mia’s becoming a real friend. I even signed up for volleyball club.” Mom’s smile faltered slightly. “Aurora… you know what the doctor said about your heart. It’s not serious, but pushing too hard—” “I’ll be careful, Mom. Promise. It’s just practice. I love it too much to sit out.”

Lorne intruded with a coarse laugh," Sounds like your old man was one stubborn son of a gun." Flora smiled," He was, Lorne. He tutored me that strength is not so important about muscle — it's about heart, determination, and the will to persist anyhow of what obstacles are disposed against you. But it tutored me too that occasionally, prospects can be like unnoticeable chains." Adrian's voice was low," Flora, did you ever tell him how you felt? That occasionally the pressure was suffocating you under it all?"

I'd often compared Tate and Matt; both had been abandoned by their parents at a young age, both raised by grandparents, yet they'd each turned out to be very different men. "He's just as ornery as ever, but you know, he's getting older. He had some kind of issue with his heart-the doctors called it a cardiac incident-last year, and I feel better staying close. He gets a little pissy when he thinks I'm fussing over him, but I think he secretly likes it." "You single, Durham?" Corey sliced him a look, and I smirked, knowing what was coming next. "I am. For now, at least." Tate shrugged. "I'm not a play-the-field guy. Guess I'm waiting for the right one."

Maybe I need more rum or maybe… I trail my thumb along her cheek. I just need her. ~~~~~~~~~ W͟i͟n͟t͟e͟r͟ My heart is pounding. Am I having a heart attack? Can you get a heart attack from turned on-ness? Blake’s hovering above me. Like, like… a-a… like…

It killed me. "How would you call that liking someone if your heart doesn't flutter?" I asked. "Why does that matter?" "It's important!" I said. She frowned. "If you gave me heart palpitations I'd probably die. I'd say it's more of a light feeling I get around you—and you're driving my mind insane. Even if my heart doesn't flutter, I can still be curious about you. Don't be so damn picky." "I'm not being picky," I said. "One's heart should flutter when they see someone they like."

Her whole body was leaning toward me like a flower turning toward the sun. I stepped back immediately. I maintained a distance between us. My tone stayed polite but cold as ice. "That's not necessary," I said. Flora didn't seem to notice or care about my distance. She kept talking, her voice becoming more emotional. "I've been feeling terrible," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm terrified. I'm so terrified that my unborn child might inherit its father's heart condition. It's a genetic issue. It killed Jared. I'm scared my baby may inherit that too and.." She said as she broke into tears. I pat her shoulder as I hand her some tissue to wipe her tears.

This was the only thing that made sense after forty-eight hours of staring at microscopes. ​"The heart rate is spiking into the 180s, then dropping to near-zero," Sally muttered, the sound of her typing a rapid-fire staccato in my ear. "It’s a biological fluctuation. If this is another kid, they’re hitting a threshold. If they ‘flare’ in the middle of a crowded neighborhood, every satellite from here to London is going to light up like a flare in a dark room." ​"I’m five minutes out," I said, flooring the accelerator.

All of the royals followed Thorn and flew up north, all except for the dragon queen, Amaya. “I have heartburn again,” she said to the others, “I won’t fly that far today.” “Did you call upon the royal healers?” Eros asked, in a tone like his queen was an acquaintance, rather than his wife. “No need. It’ll go away. It always does.” Amaya said as she winced, putting a hand over her heart. Thorn gave the queen a doubtful look, stroked a crow, and let it fly away.