Heart Dripping Blood Novels & Stories

His body was drenched in sweat despite being wet and his heart was racing rapidly "Please respond sweetheart" he muttered desperately as he repeated the same thing and moved back hoping to see a difference but she was lying there a sign lifeless His head was in a mess as he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't know what to do despite being a qualified doctor. He was irritated as he ripped her wet shirt which was stuck to her apart exposing her chest area. He didn't even mind what he was doing would later cause problems but he ripped her shirt full until it left her body

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

He opened her legs a little wider so he could have more access to her already throbbing clit. Noah replenished their thirst, thrusting so deeply inside her. The raw intensity of her gasp was a sudden, physical punch to Noah's gut, forcing the air out of him in a ragged exhale. He heard it, he felt it—the tiny, jerking movement of her body beneath his—and every primal part of him slammed to a halt. The frantic, hot tide of desire that had been driving him receded, replaced instantly by a sharp, icy spike of fear.

Greg sat on the sofa sweating while the fan was on and the room well ventilated. "Baby what's the matter" Samantha asked as she walked into the sitting room. "I'm having a serious headache" "Is that why you stayed here without coming into the room"? Greg replied with a loud and angry voice "Are you monitoring me now? Can you just leave me alone". "Baby why are you shouting at me I am only concerned about your well-being"Samantha replied. "I am sorry baby, can you go to bed".

I'm too horrified to say anything at the massive hole in his chest where blood is oozing out like a river . I clasp one hand against my mouth to stop myself from throwing up . I can see his stomach below and his heart beating so rapidly . It seems as if it's threatning to pop out of his chest cavity . I need to apply pressure , stop the bleeding . But .. how do I apply pressure on this huge laceration. I don't wanna make things worse . " Get away from him " He says with such dominance and arrogance that it pisses me off . However , I can't afford to get angry because I don't have the strength to back me up . I'm weak .

She lost a lot of blood, and it was affecting both her brain and her heart. The doctors were able to stitch up her vein and repair her neck, but stabilizing her heart and nervous system was challenging due to the insufficient blood supply. The hospital had run out of her blood type. The situation was looking like she would die, that’s if the nurse they had sent to get blood for her doesn’t come back with anything or takes too much time.

Draw blood. Another jolt tears through my chest, seizing the breath out of me. My heart drums against my ribs, too fast, too hard, like it’s trying to break free. Heat breaks open in my veins, molten, racing to my fingertips, my toes. This isn’t normal. Not even for my messed‑up full moon headaches. Panic licks at the edges of my mind. I roll onto my side, curl in on myself, trying to ride it out as another spike hits—a wrenching, stretching agony along my arms, my legs, like invisible hands are pulling me in opposite directions.

She replied, and that made me ask again. "Always happened? What happened?" She scanned the papersom her hand, "According to the results, the patient's heart triggered when he was driving last night. He crashed into a tree, and fortunately, there were only some minor injuries he had obtained. Nothing major.” She then paused before continuing, “Miss, your boyfriend has been getting these attacks lately, since the past few months. His heart's getting more and more fragile, I'm afraid." That made me panic a bit, "Fragile? What do you mean?" I asked, ignoring the word ‘boyfriend’ that she said.

the doctor began, her voice careful, “after reviewing your tests, I noticed something concerning your heart. You have a condition called an atrial septal defect—a hole in your heart. It’s the same condition that your mother has, and while it’s usually manageable, we need to monitor it closely.” Scarlett’s face drained of color as she absorbed the information. “A hole… in my heart? I’ve never been told about this before,” she murmured, gripping the sides of her chair. Noemi’s hand tightened around hers as the doctor continued. “It’s a congenital condition, meaning you were likely born with it, but sometimes symptoms don’t appear until later in life. Have you noticed any unusual heart palpitat

Dregen’s P.O.V The sound of my heart beating frantically in my chest snapped me awake. My eyes flew open, only to be met with darkness so thick that it seemed almost tangible, the acrid smell of burning flesh almost choking me back to unconsciousness. Then it all came back. Killing the true blood, Saratan, and the punishment. Feeling for something to hold onto in the darkness, my hands slammed against the rough wooden walls and I bit back a groan as the pain from the silver seared through me like hot coals. It was torture just to suck in a breath.