Heart Tales Novels & Stories

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

“Think of it as the scales of Themis or Anubis.” He held out his other hand and a white feather appeared and this he laid on one of the scale plates. Maggie suddenly felt the ghost feeling of hands closing over hers. They climbed up her arms until they were touching her chest. The softest slide of the ghost's fingers suddenly parted her chest to retrieve her heart. Maggie’s mouth opened soundlessly and her hands fell back as her heart was separated from her chest. But her heart… Her eyes widened in horror. Surely that beating silver organ with the thin gold streak running down the center couldn’t possibly be her heart, right?

she exclaimed, looking concerned . "Cool down, it's just a small cut . I'll fix it after I get home, " he said . "Wait, let me provide you with first-aid ." Said Natasha pulling out a first aid -kit from her bag . "No I don't need it, I'm fine," said Aaron. "Stop acting heroic .You are not a vampire who is going to heal himself . So lemme do what I am doing . " snapped Natasha . Aaron stopped saying anything and sat calmly as Natasha applied medicine to his wound .

"Our relationship was not that easy as well. Heartly has a Chronic Heart Disease that could attack anytime. Her life is always at risk and she needed assistance every time and wherever she is in case she would have a heart attack. I witnessed how she suffered in several heart attacks before and I almost lost her for how many times, that's why I am working hard to pursue my study as a medical student and to work hard for her." I stared at him as she stared at Heartly who was still laughing with Zhanaia and Caroline at their table. I heard Caroline mention my name so I looked at them as well with my brows creased. Zhanaia glanced at us and smiled when she saw us looking at them. I just sighed

Yawns Reaper As I walk through the hallway I find more drops of blood, fresh too as I dab it with my hand. Sniffing it, I realise that its Daryls and as I turn the corner, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, pain radiating through my body. My hands automatically go to my stomach thinking the worse, but as I feel for the heartbeats I am reassured that they were fine and unchanged. The pain quickly spreads to my heart as it did when Tasha was killed only this time it seemed like my heart was being pulled from my body, trying to break free from my skin.

And in the center of it all was Thorne, his cold eyes fixed on her. She couldn’t understand why the Heart was showing her these things. Were they warnings? Or were they glimpses of a future she was destined to cause? She didn’t know, and that terrified her. Elena rose from her bedroll and made her way toward the edge of the camp. She needed to clear her mind, to find some semblance of peace. But as she stepped into the darkness, she felt the familiar pull of the Heart, like a whisper in the back of her mind, urging her to use its power.