Heartstoppers Novels & Stories

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

“Last time you hit 140 you spotted. Dr. Hewitt said—” “Dr. Hewitt said it’s normal,” I said. Sat up. “She said twins make your heart work harder. She said walking to the bathroom isn’t a medical emergency.” He didn’t answer. He was looking at the monitor in the nursery. Alex. 98 BPM. Sleeping. Then at mine. 112 BPM. Awake. Annoyed. Then at his phone. His own. 167 BPM. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” I said.

My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Whαt the heck is hαppening?

she whispered on a low tune. “How do you mean?” His voice raising a bit higher. She looked at him for a while before taking a step closer her face almost brushing his, she placed a hand on his chest. “I know you can feel it too…..but…you keep pushing me away, I didn’t mean to hurt nobody, I just wanted a feel of your heart”.

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

He said grimly, "Acute heart attack. Honestly... with the limited medical equipment on board, there's not much I can do." The granddaughter's hope shattered instantly. Tears flooded her cheeks as she struggled to hold herself together. The woman behind the doctor suddenly held out a small bottle. "I thought it might be a heart issue," she said, her voice trembling. "My husband has a similar condition, so I always carry emergency heart-relief pills." The name on the bottle read "Rapid Heart Relief Tablets". It was a common over-the-counter remedy known to work wonders in emergencies. The granddaughter's eyes widened. "Yes! Please, let's give him those!"

I widened my eyes and stare at him feeling shocked , and then I felt a sharp pain on my chest , I held my chest and wince in pain. "Are you okay?" He asked and stood up in an attempt to walk to me. "No, I'm fine. Don't worry.. what do you mean Acute heart failure?" I asked him as I try to calm myself down. "Acute heart failure is a sudden, life-threatening condition in which the heart is unable to do its job. The heart is still beating, but it cannot deliver enough oxygen to meet the body’s needs. This condition requires emergency medical care." He explained to me.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

Because every time I tried to push the thoughts away… they came back stronger. And deeper. And louder. My chest felt tight. Not in a painful way. Just… overwhelming. Like something inside me was trying to tell me something I wasn’t ready to hear. I closed my eyes, taking a slow breath. But even that didn’t help. Because no matter what I did… one question kept repeating in my mind. Why did my heart feel so out of control?

"We save the sixteen children in Boston. Then we deal with whoever's trying to turn the other participants against us." Her cardiac monitor alarmed. Heart rate 118 and climbing. Sophie checked the app. "Emma, your heart can't take this stress. You need to calm down." Emma forced herself to breathe slowly. Counted to four on the inhale, six on the exhale. The technique she taught patients in the ER when they were panicking. The alarm stopped. Heart rate dropped to 95. "Two more hours," Damien said. "Then we're at the hospital. We talk to Nathan. We file the emergency petition. We fix this."