Heart Protection Novels & Stories

"I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never see you again." "I would never leave you again." "Do you promise?" "Yes," I say weakly. "Why?" "Because I am yours, because I belong to you, because I am your heartbeat." I understand. I finally understand what he has been trying to explain to me. He is my heartbeat; I have never truly lived until he found me. He makes my life make so much sense, he is ready to protect me, kill for me, and die for me because, without me, his life makes no sense.

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

"You said it was against tradition. That there were rules." "So what about now? Why does she get to wear it?" Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. "Nothing is going on," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "I already promised you another party. Stop making a fucking scene." Nothing is going on. I looked at them and wanted to scream with laughter. "Ah!" Juliana suddenly clutched her chest, her face turning white. "My... my heart... it hurts..." "Jules!" Lorenzo scooped her into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital!"

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

“Much better.” “Garett, you have kept me pretty warm for the night.” She said softly. “Good.” He said as he nipped at her neck slightly. “That is one of my most important jobs, you know.” “Oh, really?” she asked. “Yes. The most important one, though, is to keep you safe during all of this.” He said into her neck. “You do realize she is going to come at you hard now.” “I figured.” She said. “Nothing will happen.” He said as she nipped her again. “I won’t allow it.”

" | slowly lifted my eyes to his and | breath caught in my throat, he was so close. So stinking close that if | moved my head up an inch, our lips would connect. "| promise you | won't let them hurt you, okay? You're safe with me." Then he pulled me into an embrace and squeezed tight. | gave in and tucked my head into his shoulder, letting the tears fall slowly. "No more competing, yeah?" he asked. | nodded. The next couple of days were pure torture. | couldn't sleep, and could barely eat. Every noise | heard would make me paranoid. | didn't bother going to the gym, and Swayer has been forcing me to call him every time | go out somewhere, which isn't often.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

“Mr. Burt, you didn’t have to bring flowers.” Karl smirked. “How could I do that? It's not like me to visit a sick patient without bringing something at least.” He pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed. “I just went to check with the doctor. They told me your heartbeat has been very erratic?” “Well, I’ve always had a heart condition. This afternoon, I had another confrontation with that brat Danielle, and that was when my heart started to act up again.”

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.