Heart Mending Novels & Stories

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

His gaze fell to my hands and he coolly asked, "Be calm, will you?" How could I? I thought they replaced the heart? How could they get this fucking wrong, still? "Then talk. I don't have time for the stupid suspense." I said, sitting up even more. He sighed, "This current heart is having some issues too. They saw a small hole in the hospital I work with and two hospitals as well. The hole is growing. Needs to be closed. She is devastated. I have watched my girl over these last few years struggle to live a normal life. In the first year after her surgery, she barely stayed home. She wanted to do everything she had been deprived of doing whilst still sick.

“I am willing to do any and everything for you. I love you Emma.” She looked shook, taken aback and confused on what to say. “Wow. That is a lot to unpack, but you do know it takes more than an open confession to heal the wounds my heart has carried. I had to heal the hard way, I’m not ready to open my self up. I don’t want to let my hair down yet.” I nodded, I understood her and I wasn’t even judging. “I don’t expect you to jump in all willingly, I have been terrible and I know that. I am ready to take it slow.”

We harmonized our sound, and I actually felt happy for a second before everything started to went downhill from the second four beats. “Goddamn, you’re so bad at this.” He groaned and ran his palm through his face. I lowered my head and bit my lips again. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I do it right? “Okay,” he says after calming himself down. “Let’s start over, but this time, I want to hear you play your part.” “You won’t accompany me?” I ask. He shakes his head and points at the drums, the other hand resting on his waist. “No, we won’t go anywhere at this rate. You just kept messing up, I don’t know what makes it so hard for you to do.”

The room held its breath, the air thick with anticipation. The monitor flatlined for a brief moment, and Desire’s heart sank. But then, like a miracle, a flicker of activity returned. The beeping resumed, slow at first, but gradually gaining strength. Clara’s heart was fighting back. “Yes! Keep it going!” Desire encouraged, her voice rising with hope. She returned to her work, stitching and repairing, her hands moving with renewed vigor. The rhythm of the heart steadied, and she could feel the tension in the room begin to ease.

The last time I felt this way was in highschool but I'll die before I let anyone know and ever since then I've not had such feeling. I chuckled a little as I remembered her laugh, it was so contagious, it's the kind of laugh you'll want to get back home to hear and this feeling is scaring the shit out of me. Back To Present Day " You need to get this girl out of your mind before it's too late" I thought closing my eyes for a brief moment. My phone beeped and I checked the ID before picking. "Hey man" Ace said from the other end "Hey what's up?" I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed.

I was sitting upright in the bed with both hands pressed against my chest and my heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my fingertips, and the bond was tearing through me in waves the way it had on the night of the ceremony, hot and vicious and completely indifferent to the fact that I was supposed to be healing. I pressed the heels of my hands against my sternum and breathed slowly and deliberately, counting each breath the way Sena had taught us in early morning training when she wanted us to bring our heart rates down after a hard set. In for four counts. Hold for four. Out for four. I did it over and over until the waves of bond pain started spacing themselves out enough that I could

“Is that… are you…?” He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form words. Could only stand there in his beast form, watching her approach with the kind of directness that suggested she was either incredibly brave or completely broken. She reached out a hand small, pale, fragile and touched the dark fur of his chest. “Your heart,” she whispered. “It’s burning.” She could feel it. Through the fur, through the muscle and bone, she could feel the curse eating him alive. The Aethel-Stone in her chest was recognizing the dying heart in his, and something was happening at a level neither of them fully understood.

She had finished surgery and could only lie quietly on the bed without daring to move, so Joseph carefully placed each gift in front of her. He finally put on a gentle smile when he saw her face surprised with joy. Yvette asked him weakly after a moment, "Will I be alright from now on?" Joseph lovingly touched her forehead and smiled. "The doctors who operated on you are the best heart specialists in the world. Our little Yvette will be as healthy as any ordinary girl from now on. When you can walk again, I'll go with you to thank the donor's family," he replied. Yvette smirked and obediently said, "Alright, please go with me then."

Special Chapter. Heart Mind and Soul. "Daniel, we are done for today. Are you free now"? Russell entered Daniel's office after attending the last meeting of the day. Daniel was feeling low since morning and although Russell had asked him to stay at home, he insisted to accompany Russell as Carson was busy with his surgery schedule and Max was out of the country with Park to pursue his doctorate degree. "Hmmm. Yeah, I am free". Daniel opened his beautiful eyes to see Russell standing near him. He sat up straight in his chair and hugged Russell around his stomach.