I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

“Okay, and this has what to do with me?” Lisbeth’s gaze slid to her, cool and assessing. “You were a year and a half old when you nearly died.” Ayra blinked, thrown. “What—?” “You had a heart defect,” Lisbeth said flatly. “Hypoplastic left heart syndrome. HLHS. Without surgical intervention, you wouldn’t have made it to your second birthday. And back then, the standard procedures were—” She stopped herself, shook her head. “Let’s just say the odds were bad. The material your mother had could’ve been used in an experimental treatment to reinforce the reconstructive graft. It could save you.”

"Oh... He's so cute" I admired and sat down beside him on the bed purring in satisfaction as my fingers ran through his thin brown silk hair. "It's so soft" I moaned in delight. I sized him up with my eyes, he was so perfect from head to toe. As I ran my eyes from his toe-up, I stopped at his chest. Everything about him was so perfect except one thing... His heart. He has a failing heart. He was first diagnosed with it when he was six. It was VSA or something like that. The doctors said he needed open-heart surgery, but I couldn't pay for it.

Natalie had been listening when Zoe suddenly stopped mid-sentence and looked up in confusion. “Natalie?” Zoe moved closer quickly. “What is going on with the blood on your forehead?” “She hit it by accident,” Natalie explained briefly. Zoe looked at her with obvious doubt. “What kind of accident leaves a mark like that?” “You were in the middle of saying something.” Natalie tilted her head slightly, calmly concealing the wound. “Oh, right.” Being interrupted like this made Zoe’s carefully built emotions disappear completely. “Mr. Murphy favors that illegitimate child, but the child is unlucky. He was born with a congenital heart condition and now needs a transplant. Otherwise, he might not l

she assures him. The mention of his case made Lucien snap from brooding. "Why does he need surgery?" he seriously asks after he looks at her. "He was born with congenital heart disease. He had undergone surgery but it relapsed two months ago. The regression has been very difficult for him" she carefully explains while he looks stunned. "Oh, Zia... I don't want to think of what you two have gone through all these years without me" he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair.

“She got better. How can this be? And why now? Why this... this fucking year has been bad enough, why would her heart choose now to give up?” “Percy listen to me. Your mom’s recovery was nothing short of a miracle. She was meant to die. This heart disease isn’t something that can be cured. The heart grows weaker, and it starts failing at the basic things it’s supposed to do. We call it a disease but this is mostly a genetic heart defect. Cures cannot be made for it, but science can evolve to make valves that would help the heart in doing its job.” “So why don’t we get one of those?” I ask out loud, raking my fingers through my hair. My eyes fleeting around the bedroom.

She didn't hold back, calling Wilfred a good-for-nothing. Henry and Edna broke into even greater sorrow upon discovering that the baby she carried was a boy. Matthew Pruett, Sarah's husband, returned from out of town as quickly as he could. Seeing Sarah and their unborn baby lifeless before him, his face contorted with agony, and his eyes turned red with grief.

Mom told me to just get up earlier, walk to work, it'd do me good to fix my schedule anyway. Emma is my daughter. Congenital heart defect, diagnosed at birth. The doctor said it could go off at any time, that she has to carry emergency medication, and if she has an episode, she needs it immediately or things get dangerous. She's six years old. She never throws tantrums. She's so well-behaved it breaks my heart.

He took another breath , his hand shakily came up and grabbed my wrists, stopping my fussing. I snapped my eyes back to him , and he crinkled in the corners. " Your mother's ego took that from me , and my own weakness to go against my mate. I should have fought for you from the day you came into this earth early. But for someone so little , you were so strong. The doctors said you wouldn't live , you did. They said your lungs were too weak. You cried the pack hospital down louder than any other baby there, they said you had a heart disorder, something called Cardio....." He coughed louder ". "Hush dad, you really don't need to tell me anything papa" . But he held my hands and looked at me ey

⸻ Elias took a slow breath. “Your condition wasn’t an accident of birth.” ⸻ Every heartbeat became painfully loud in my ears. ⸻ “No…” ⸻ “It was created.” ⸻ The tunnel seemed to spin around me. ⸻ Created? ⸻ “That’s impossible,” Damien said sharply. ⸻ “I wish it was.” ⸻ I stared at Elias, unable to process what I was hearing. ⸻ “My father said I was born sick.” ⸻ “Yes,” Elias replied quietly.

By the age of eleven, I finally knew everything. From the start, my parents wanted to have a son since they were always blessed with three daughters. The fourth try unfortunately didn’t work out. I was devastated when I learned that they tried to abort me. My second older sister, Sky, managed to convince them not to. But then I was born with a heart disease. Everything went downhill for me because of that.