Heartsick Novels & Stories

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

Hollow. The music came from an old record player on the shelf behind him, the kind with a physical needle and vinyl spinning in slow circles. A woman's voice, smoky and raw, singing about love and loss and the spaces between. Mira must have made a sound—a breath, a shifting of weight—because Kieran's head turned sharply. His eyes found hers, and for a moment, neither of them moved. "You're supposed to be asleep," he said. His voice was rougher than usual, softened by whiskey and exhaustion.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

His eyes found mine immediately, raw with guilt and fatigue. “You’re up early,” he said, sitting up slowly. His voice was rough. “Did you sleep?” “Some.” I poured him a cup of coffee and slid it across the island. A small gesture. Civil. Not warm. “How is she?” He took the mug, staring into the dark liquid for a long moment. “Not good. The doctors found inflammation around her heart. Stress-induced cardiomyopathy, possibly. She’s been pushing herself for years — the same way I have. She asked for me last night. I went for an hour. Just to make sure she was stable.”

*Dug dub dug dub* *swallow*swallow* *Dug dub dug dub dug dub* Is my heart that noisy? many women say I'm handsome but my heart doesn't beat faster. Do I have a heart disease? "Pfft what, your liver is shaking?" He said laughing, I just shook my head. "It's really crazy." "Huh? What? I'm beautiful? I know that but thank you." I just scratched my head. I'm here now in the unused classroom, because it's old. "Have you been here for a while Steven the badboy." You can be a badboy, you're even more of a badboy than me! It's going to be Merk!

My heart hammered against my ribs. What is he doing here?

she asked softly. I quickly wiped my cheek. “No, sweetheart.” “You are,” she insisted, her little brows knitting together. “Your eyes are shiny.” I let out a shaky breath and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m just tired.” “You should sleep,” she murmured. A small, sad smile pulled at my lips. “I will later.” She watched me quietly for a moment before speaking again. “The doctor said my heart is sick.” My throat tightened. “Yes,” I said softly.