Freal Heart Mga Nobela at Kwento

equally lifeless. "She's going to be alright?" I demanded from the female paramedic who was checking on Sofia's heart rate. "We don't know sir," She replied. "But we won't give you false hopes because this looks pretty serious," "She has to be alright," I cried. "Nothing can happen to her, do you get me? Nothing," "Sir, please calm down!" Another paramedic said sternly. "We are doing what we can," "Calm down? How the f**k do I calm down?" I muttered inwardly.

“Well, if her case were ordinary, we could have put her on the heart donation list. But Cora’s blood type is special and unique, which means not just anyone’s heart would be suitable for her. But that’s okay. Mommy and Daddy Griffin have arranged something else for her—something that might help her until we find a heart that we can actually put inside her.” Vera’s little eyebrows draw together. “What did Mommy and Daddy Griffin arrange?” I smile, even though my heart feels like it’s being squeezed inside my chest. “It’s called an artificial heart.” “An artificial heart?” “Mm-hmm.” I stroke my thumb over her cheek. “It’s something special that doctors can put inside Cora’s body. It can help h

“ I know, my love. But I want you to stay in my room from now on. I want to see you every day, every minute, every second. I want to see your face when I wake up in the morning and I want to hold you in my arms every night.” Hearing his romantic lines, Danielle blushed and didn't say anymore. He laid her on his bed before he turned off the light. Then, he went to bed with her, holding her in his arms just like what he said. The night was silent and the only thing that can be around them were their heartbeats. One month had passed by, Danielle had almost fully recovered. She can move her left shoulder now. But the doctor told them to continue her medication and continue her physical daily exe

He played. "Swayer is sexy, irresistible, has a great body, and is the best fighter in the world!" | said loudly, the phrase echoing throughout the entire empty gym. He laughed and | poked his ribs. "You idiot." When he looked down, | swallowed. The fight was over, yes, but my heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Swayer's face hovered above mine and he slowly lost his smirk. All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face.

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.

"I can marry you now. I can finally marry you!" However, Edward's face turned dark. He yanked his arm away. "Don't be ridiculous. You're still young, and you're my sister. How could I possibly marry you?" Tracy shook her head quickly, her excitement spilling over. "I'm not young. I'm seventeen. And I'm not even your real sister!" Her words hit like a thunderclap. Edward froze. Seventeen. Not a child anymore.

"Just that he's stable, that they're running tests, that someone will update us properly once they understand more." We found Marcus already in the waiting room when we arrived, having beaten us there by nearly twenty minutes, his own careful composure visibly strained by whatever information he'd already managed to gather. "They think it's a heart attack," he told us quietly, his voice carrying the particular flatness that arrived whenever genuine emotion threatened to overwhelm his careful reserve. "Moderate severity, according to the initial assessment. They're preparing him for an emergency procedure, some kind of stent placement to address whatever blockage caused the event."

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

***CRYSTAL'S POV*** The noise from outside seemed to increase the palpitation of my heart, and I felt my blood boiling with difficulty. I closed my eyes, trying my best to stop my tears as I crawled down the bed, ignoring the heaviness I felt in me. My feet touched the cold floor, and I flinched. Everything was strange. Something wasn't right, but I wasn't able to pinpoint what it was, and that made me nervous. I squinted my eyes and forced my body up the bed. I walked slowly toward the door, my body aching with each step and my head feeling like it would explode.