Heartsick Novels & Stories

A mixed of mint and meadow grass scent. “ Go away, Mister Gregor! I don't want to be rude to you. I'm not in the mood to speak to anyone. “ Danielle's voice was full of sorrow. Instead of following her request, Anthony went closer to her and gave her a warm embrace. “ I know how you feel. But please let me stay by your side.” Anthony felt sad to see her mourning and he doesn't want to argue with her either. Danielle didn't object when she was held by him in his

“I—well, I didn’t want to pry. I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.” He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I appreciate that.” He exhaled, as if preparing himself. “I have Dilated Cardiomyopathy. It’s a heart condition. It means my heart has to work a lot harder than it should, and it doesn’t always keep up.”

He is insane. “Now you have two options Angel. Either you stay by my side as my secret lover or else see on your own eyes suffering your family and the every people close to you.” 𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙍𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙡'𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬� �𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩... 𝙭𝙭

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

He flicked the syringe, causing it to spill droplets. My silence however encouraged him to go on talking. “I could have easily shot her dead with the gun.” He said, admiring the pistol as it shined. “But,” “Your mom here, suffers from a sickness called Cardiac arrhythmia. And this here with me, is a chemical substance known as hydrocodone.” “Individually, they don't cause too much harm, but together?, its like an earthquake launched on your heart.” He used his hands to demonstrate explosions.

It sent stabs to his heart. "No."

Beverly's lashes trembled. When Heather saw that Beverly was listening intently, she pulled a medical report from her bag and placed it in the latter's hand. "Harry inherited your heart condition," Heather said very softly, as if afraid of startling her. Beverly flipped through the report. The diagnosis written on it was "dilated cardiomyopathy". It was a type of heart disease that, in severe cases, could lead to heart failure. Her hands shook slightly, exuding a quiet sadness.

She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Why? You’re so warm.” He trembled. Whitney frowned slightly, studying him with drunken seriousness. “Your heartbeat is crazy. Are you having… like… a wolf allergic reaction?” He choked on air. “No.” She lifted her other hand and placed it on his chest. Her palm pressed right over his heart. He made a sound he had never made in his life, a sharp, guttural whine that ripped out of him before he could stop it.

and a lemon juice for herself. "'Heartbeat 141' is supposedly the owner's special cocktail. They say your heart rate reaches 141 when you're in passionate love. Try it," Zia clinked glasses with me and continued, "But for someone like me with congenital heart disease, I can never drink alcohol in this lifetime. Maybe I'm not suited for intense love either. What does being drunk feel like? I'm quite envious that you can live so freely." "Did you study medicine because of your heart condition?" I took a sip of the Heartbeat 141. It was strong, with a tropical fruit aroma, but quickly followed by a bitter taste.

After giving a hasty speech, she left the conference room with Natalie, the big question hanging in her mind. “I know what you want to say,” Natalie stopped her from asking, putting on a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “Know that I only did this for Grandpa.” Her smile faded and she sighed. “You don't know, but Grandpa summoned me and disclosed some very shocking news.” Heidi listened on with furrowed brows. “Grandpa is diagnosed with stress-induced cardiomyopathy, Heidi,” Natalie said with a downcast tone. “Do you know that the condition can lead to a heart attack? It turns out the family's constant unrest has been causing Grandpa too much worry.”