Heartsick Novels & Stories

His voice was silky and endearing. Her heart hitches His dick twitches...

Dear Lord, help my poor heart. “What?” I asked. My heart thumping so loud that I’m wishing he wouldn’t hear it. He chuckled and my heart kept skipping a beat. Damn, how is my heart able to do that? How is it able to give me multiple skipped beats? Isn’t that a disease already? “Stop looking at other girls ogling at me.” His voice was so husky. I could just shut my eyes. My insides are about to explode with his words. Damn! “I’m not.” I tried to deny even though I know it’s of no use.

I was told the Vicar was terribly sick of a cardiovascular disease the doctor called Myocardial Infarction (Heart attack). He had been rushed to the state hospital some days ago. We both decided to go pay Vicar a visit on his sick bed. Sandra and I had become close friends. Oh, you thought I didn't tell her about my clowny misfortunes? I did! You wouldn't believe it, after telling her, her love for me doubled. She became curious to know me more. An irony isn't it? We became close.

He said with a wink. I grabbed both pillows, certain my cheeks and heart were both about to explode and threw it at them. Then I clutched my heart. "Carina get the doctor... I think I'm getting heart failure..." I said as my heart throbbed in my chest and I felt my cheeks and the heat radiating from them. What the hell was happening. Carina burst out laughing while Deamian chuckled, but I noticed a slight pink tinge on his cheeks. Was this heart failure contagious? If so, I'd love to watch him writhe in pain for a while... That is if I don't die first.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

A message. My heart skipped a beat. HOLY SHIT! IT'S FROM AGAPE! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! From: Persephone Hi. Holy---heart, calm the fuck down, what the heck!? I-I think I need to go first to the hospital. M-My heart---I'm having a heart attack! A heart attack! It was just a simple 'Hi' but my heart feels like it's having convulsion. I think I'm dying. To: Persephone

I walked calmly, keeping my heart and body in check for a minute until I was totally out of sight from her and now in the men's restroom. My entire body dropping flat at the sound of the door clucking shut, the thrumming of my heart exploded into a frantic shock, beating rapidly. *Thump. Thump. Thump.* “Fuck! That was so close,” I sighed underneath my breath, scraping out from total exhaustion, my eyes trailed down my shirt which was perfectly buttoned up. Honestly, I wonder what that girl is sometimes, how was she able to see these stupid hickeys on my chest? I took a deep breath, slowly calming my heart down, as my mind was still frozen in total chaos.

He fell right into their plot, exactly as planned. The impact was devastating. His company was blindsided, left floundering and utterly unprepared. Almost overnight, the tides had turned. The once-powerful Hood Group was thrust back into the dire conditions it had barely escaped five years earlier, but this time, no one was willing to help them recover. In his desperation, Jeffrey called me. His voice was fraught with panic when I answered. "I need 30 million. Now," he pleaded. The audacity of his request almost made me laugh out loud. Tears of incredulity filled my eyes.

Drake has really crossed the line and I'm going to make him pay for this. I don't care what he thinks anymore. I'm going to that function with Harry and nothing's gonna change that. I did some shopping even though my mood already changed since I saw him. I can't believe my stupid heart wants me to run into his arms when I see him. Why on Earth would I want to do that? ' Because you love him' my subconscious mind told me.

Diane My eyes are heavy as always as I open the restaurant door lazily. I should be used to over-stressing myself from work already. My head suddenly feels heavy and I feel like I am going to pass out. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" I continuously apologize to him, with my gaze fixed on his half-ruined white shirt from my lipstick on it. How could I have fallen into someone without noticing? "I'm so sorry," I say again before raising my head. His dark hair. His caramel eyes, his face. He looks so perfect and very familiar. But his frown is like he is going to murder me.