Freal Heart Novels & Stories

she asked. “Your eyes, for one. When you look at me, I can see my entire world being reshaped right in front of me. When you smile, I feel like I can do anything as long as it is for you. Sara, I love your mind and the way it works. I love your kindness and your brilliance. You are one of the strongest people I know just for making it this far in life without all that much. I am a better person for knowing you back then, and I am the luckiest guy in the world because you opened your heart to me.” Garett said as he cupped her face in his hands. “Sweetheart, your body will change, as will your looks as we grow together and get older. Those don’t matter to me. You do, though.” “I don’t really u

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

“I don’t know anymore.” He stepped closer, closing the distance, heat radiating from him. “Then let me remind you,” he whispered, hands cradling her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks, “every heartbeat between us, every touch, every fight, every moment we’ve risked everything, that’s real. Not paper. Not terms. Real.” Vanessa’s breath caught, and for a moment, she let herself believe it. But the uncertainty lingered, a stubborn ache at the center of her chest.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

then it came. A heartbeat. Tiny, regular, rapid rhythm. Clear, like drumsticks struck too fast—but steady. As if a tiny motor beat inside. A sign of life. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Sloane's eyes flew open. "What... is that? Is that the...?" The doctor's voice was no longer clinical. It was human. Warm and soft, like a father showing his child for the first time. "That's the heartbeat. The baby's heart. You're in the eighth week. It's stable, strong. And it's there. Inside you."

Doctor Crawford said. I nod and smiled at them. "So, let's start. I'll explain to you once again the atrial fibrillation and hypertension. Atrial fibrillation is an abnormal heart rate which ranges from one hundred to one hundred seventy five beats per minute, while the hypotension is the term for low blood pressure, a pressure that is lower than sixty or ninety millimetres of mercury." I wonder how Brigor is feeling right now, is he anxious? Disappointed because of his drugs intake? Or he doesn't care, he just wanted to be cured?

" Don't worry," she says sweetly before taking his hand in hers. There was an unfamiliar sparkle in her eyes that could light up the room. " I am still the same person you know. Nothing has changed. My heart beats for you," she added, taking his hand and placing it on her chest where her heart beats. Felix felt a steady heartbeat. Felix closed his eyes and concentrated on the rhythm of her heart. He connected with it and let it guide his heart to hers.

"I won't ask if I already know. I'm not someone who pretends to be foolish," Gerald snapped. "Yes, but it seems like you enjoy pretending to be drunk in front of a woman with a heart condition. Why? To make her anxious and die in front of you?" "He-heart condition?" Gerald stuttered momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, confused. "Yes. Your wife has a congenital heart disease. She suffers from atrial fibrillation, a condition where the heart beats faster and irregularly," the young doctor explained.