Novel & Cerita Heart Series

Alima POV I stood in front of the Alpha’s door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to face him. But I had no choice. He had requested to see me. My mind kept spinning with questions I didn’t have answers to. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I hesitated, then raised my hand and knocked softly. No answer. I waited, biting my lip nervously. I knocked again, a little louder this time. Still nothing. My breath quickened as I raised my hand a third time, then his voice sounded.

At first, Alessandro didn’t notice but then her grip on his hand loosened. “Anna?” he said. No response. His heart skipped. “Anna.” Still nothing. The monitor beside her changed. The steady beeping turned sharp, it sounded wrong. “Anna!” he said louder, panic rising. He shook her gently. No response. “Doctor!” he shouted. The room burst into chaos again as doctors and nurses rushed in. “Step back, sir!” “Clear the area!” Voices overlapped. Machines beeped loudly. Everything happened too fast. After what felt like forever, everything stopped.

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

I tried to joke, although I was feeling uncomfortable, I didn't know exactly what. "Miguel's work I already know closely. Do you forget that you stole Miguel from our Brazilian headquarters? "My father spoke, already relaxed. I expected them to forget the subject of the doctor's appointment. I wouldn't want to have to explain that I was experiencing chest pains and that when asked by the doctor at what moments I felt this kind of "pain", I came to the unpleasant conclusion that it was only when I thought of Viviane and that this pain had increased the intensity even more now that I was following her life with my brother through social networks and even the gossip sites about high society. Sã

The rhythm was neither fast nor slow, each step landing with a perfect, chilling precision, as if a heel were pressing down directly on our heartbeats. A tall figure in an old-fashioned nurse's uniform materialized in the shadowed hallway, pushing a creaking medical cart laden with rows of oversized, gleaming syringes. Her face was completely hidden in the deep shadow beneath her cap. [It's the Head Nurse! S-rank Boss! Her rule is simple—any player with an abnormal heartbeat gets "treated"!] [This is it! The newbie-killer! Fear makes your heart race, and if it races, you die! It's an impossible check!]

heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid. For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness. She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts. Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain. Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. His eyes moved slowly between them.

I poured every ounce of my will, every thread of my awakened Alpha strength into the grip we shared, trying to anchor him to the living world. "The heart is struggling," the second healer warned, his eyes fixed on the electronic monitor beside the bed. "The arrhythmia is worsening. The silver residue is too close to the main valve." "Give me the neutralizer," Sarah demanded, her hands steady as she reached for a glass syringe filled with clear fluid. "We have to flush the pericardium now." Before she could press the needle into the tissue, the steady, rhythmic beeping of the monitor changed.

he admitted. Magnus slowed his pace, turning back to face them. “We’ll find it. But when we do, you both need to be prepared. The Heart isn’t just a source of power—it’s a test. It will reveal your deepest fears, your darkest truths. If you’re not ready to face them, it could destroy you.” Rhea swallowed hard, her fingers instinctively brushing against the mark on her wrist. “Sounds like a great time.” Kaelan smirked faintly, though there was no humor in his eyes. “You’re tougher than you think.”

I close my eyes, my head resting against the solid wall of his chest. He smells like dark cedar, bergamot, and pure exhaustion. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as he lets out a long, shuddering sigh, his grip on me tightening just a fraction more. We stand there for what feels like an eternity. The sterile hum of the hospital completely fades away, and the only thing I can hear is the steady, heavy thudding of his heart against my ear. It is frantic. It is undeniably real. I find myself mindlessly listening to it, a strange, terrifying thought drifting in: He actually has a human heart, after all.

"I'm begging you… Please save my daughter…" The surrounding chatter ceased abruptly as every eye fixed on the absurd scene. Meghan didn't even blink as she casually dialed Matthew's number. The moment the call connected, her voice carried a hint of feigned hurt. "Matt, please come save Taylor. Ms. Bradford hates me so much that she's trying to take the blood reserved for him. She's trying to kill us!" Danielle broke free from the guards and screamed into the phone. "Matthew, Olivia is bleeding! She has a coagulation disorder and needs a transfusion now! Tell the hospital to give us some blood, or she'll die!"