I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

he shifted his gaze upon me and said, "Anyway, do you plan to include him in the Marauders?" "Of course, I know he's too young for this, but the younger you train, the better right? We need a new person-" He cut my words and said, "He is necroless." "What do you mean?" "I examined his entire body, not a single necro found." "So what does it mean?" "I don't know." He stopped for a moment. "But this is the first time." "We can be reborn because of the necro, right? Then how can he be reborn if he does not one? Besides, it's impossible to survive this world without that, right?"

I knew this subject would come up sooner or later. “Yeah, tell me about it.” I sighed. My mother always told me the story of my childhood. I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease right after she bore me. The doctors expected I wouldn’t live longer than a few hours, even with a mechanical ventilator. She said it was a miracle I survived. Not only that. Almost as if in a snap, my heart disease disappeared. No traces of it were seen in any imaging study when it was done again. The doctors were baffled, of course, but my parents were happy enough to leave it like that.

"I don’t understand... What caused his heart to weaken? I mean... I grew up with him, I know him well—he’s healthy. My brother is healthy! And isn’t it impossible for his heart to just weaken all of a sudden?" "Miss Hart, Noel’s condition is congenital. He was born with a weak heart.” I felt my entire body freeze. My breath hitched as I processed what the doctor just said. “Inborn?” I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt my entire body freeze. My breath hitched as I processed what the doctor just said. Inborn? What the hell… The doctor pulled out a file from his desk, flipping through the pages before placing it in front of me.

But I had learned to cover them up with dark, smoky makeup. Lavin. Lavin Pole... That's the name my ironic personality got when he was born, who, despite being afraid of the dark, feels like he belongs in the dark. My mother wished I had not been born. My mom says I nearly bled to death during and after the birth. Before I was born, my heart stopped in my mother's womb, and for forty minutes I refused to leave the body I grew up in, as if I knew what was going to happen to me. While the passing seconds continued to increase the risk of my mother's death, at the end of forty minutes, the doctors who decided to take my body piece by piece from my mother's blood-vomited womb noticed that my hea

He trailed his azure eyes at her face and then remembered something. “Yeah ... .she had some kind of heart disease in her childhood but her aunt had operated on her and the surgery proved to be successful, so she is fine now,” he revealed to Kester, recalling his conversation with her where she told him that she had some kind of heart defect since her birth but when she was 3 years old, her aunty Bellyana performed her heart's surgery as she was one of the best cardiologist in that time and her heart condition completely recovered with her help.

"It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. She…she's prone to that. It was bound to happen at anytime and any place. It's not her first time." Angelina gasped. But Maxwell wasn't through yet. "She was born with a rare type of congenital heart disease but nobody realized that since she didn't show any symptoms at first. It was only when she was ten and she slumped just like she did earlier today after…after…" He trailed off as a flash of very cold and frosty emotion momentarily passed through his eyes. He briefly fluttered the eyes closed and opened them again, at the same time removing both hands from Isabella.

Coming to plead with me every other day made me feel guilty, yet I wouldn't let any other man have my mate. Everyone believes I do not have a heart, everyone had the thought, this particular idea that our hearts were taken off at birth. They believed it was a tradition in the family, and every member of the family does not have a heart. But the truth would shock you that I do have a heart.

I shrugged, trying to make him feel better. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t believe I even have a heart in my rib. I’ve never experienced my heartbeat my whole life.” He placed his hand on his chest. "See? No heart beat. Mom and other people confirmed it many years ago. I'm not just heartless as an adjective, but physical am.” I shook my head and chuckled. “That's not possible.” I placed my hand on his chest and the feeling of his heart beat was very soothing. “I can feel your heartbeat.” I lifted his hand and placed it on his chest to make him feel his heartbeat as well.

“Thank you for letting me be. I will always be here when you have reckless accidents, while running away, for losing your memory, for wanting me to raise your children, and when your heart stops for more than eighty seconds and are unconscious for two days.” How have two days gone so fast!? When I start to get sober in my life and realise that I have three babies, I allow myself to talk to the doctor alone. He tells me everything that occurred to me. I bled too much to give birth to my children. The third was born as I almost died. My heart couldn't take it. Now she needs emergency surgery to treat a persistent ductus arteriosus, or ductus arteriosus, a vessel that prevents blood from passin

“It would been better if both parents were here.” “I don’t remember having any form of surgery in my entire life.” I say to him and he smiles supportingly. “You would have not if you were a baby, Quincy.” He replies me and it takes a few seconds for me to take all this in. So I have a literal hole in my heart? How? I have felt normal all my life and have rarely been in hospitals. Dad or mom didn’t tell me about any heart conditions either. “Could you be wrong though?” I ask the doctor and he thins his lips.