Heart Series Novels & Stories

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."

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.

At the dead center of the room, suspended over a bottomless central ventilation shaft, was the Heart. It was a perfect, twenty-foot sphere of churning, liquid silver data, held in place by massive magnetic containment rings. It pulsed with a rhythmic, terrifying heartbeat that Ren could feel in his teeth. "Target acquired," Ren whispered, his smart-scope sweeping the cavernous, freezing room. There were no Blackwatch guards. There were no Praetorians or automated sentry turrets. The Admin didn't need foot soldiers in its own brain. "YOU HAVE COME FAR, ANOMALIES."

Silence reigned in the wide hospital ward. The only sounds that could be heard were the steady beeping of the cardiac machine, their tensed breathing and the frantic pounding of their hearts. Out of all of them, Hendrix's heart pounded faster and harder. Colour drained from his face and cold sweat soaked his forehead and face. Every second of silence sunk the reality of what he just heard deeper into his subconscious and caused panic to swell in his heart.

I believe you already have the answer in your hearts. [Moreover, Hailey also used the Aesthete's resources to act recklessly in our country's public medical cause. Mr. Edward has been waiting for organ donation, and his application was submitted from the time of hospitalization. Let's check the serial number, and it is obvious that many patients in front of him are still anxiously waiting for their lives to be saved. And what about Mr. Edward? God is above. Everyone knows that he successfully replaced his heart! Where did the heart come from?

"Pfft—it's nothing… men's topic." "He… Is he okay after vomiting blood?" Jade couldn't help but wonder. Alex burst out laughing, "If you're curious, ask him yourself. I don't know… Emotional injuries such as these are difficult to say. This is heart disease, and heart disease still requires heart medicine. And if the disease enters the heart, it is finished." "What is going to happen?" “Is he going to die?" Alex noticed a flock of warblers darting up the mountain road as he spoke.

I convinced him as I reached a shaking hand for the cheese bread. Tyler just nervously laughed. “Hearteaters are able to walk and roam the earth while gaining their abilities as Werewolves and Shapeshifters as long as they consume hearts of mortals and werewolves to survive and thrive. Their true forms are wolf-like entities that stand like a man but with ram horns and bat-like hands and arms.”

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.

In the last few months, I had noticed something was different about me but I chose to ignore it because it didn't make sense. How could I explain that all my life, I had been super clumsy but now I was catching frisbees that were headed at me in ultra speed? Me, a wolf? That wasn't possible. I had never turned into one. If I wasn't human, I think I would know. There has to be a normal explanation for all of this. Then something strange happened, I started feeling a dull ache in my chest, like my heart was physically hurting me. It was getting worse the further I was getting from the house and it felt almost two way. I was feeling Jared's pain and he was feeling mine. That had to be it.

He had always been proud and cold, always the one standing above everyone, giving orders. But now, he was crying like a child who'd been kicked out of his own home. If this were the past, my heart would have immediately softened. I would have rushed to hold him. But now, I felt like I was watching the end of a pathetic play. Once the curtain falls, it's over. My heart was calm, untouched. People are like that. When you hold something in your hand, you toss it around carelessly. Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up.