Novel & Cerita Lies Of Heart

I tell her I will be done soon. I dry my hands. I walk into the OR. The team is ready. The lights are bright. Lily is on the table, her chest open, her heart exposed. It is small, no larger than my fist, but it is fighting. The left ventricle strains, the walls thick, the rhythm uneven. I look at the narrowing. It is worse than the scans showed. The aorta is pinched to a thread. The blood struggles to pass. The heart is working twice as hard as it should.

And then he was dropping to one knee, right there on the gravel path, pulling a small velvet box from his jacket pocket. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you laugh at that terrible joke the director made on set two years ago. I've loved you through every early morning call time, every premiere, every moment you've shared your dreams with me." His hands were shaking as he opened the box, revealing the most stunning sapphire ring I'd ever seen, surrounded by diamonds that caught the light from the gazebo. "This was my mother's ring. She always said she'd want the woman who wore it next to be someone who loved with her whole heart, the way she did." Tears were streaming down my face now,

She is a hundred times more scarier than Gorilla herself! I smiled shaking my head and I opened the page 224. Cardiology, great. The thing about cardiology is, a heart is a muscle. It don't have a feeling. It CAN'T be broken. The only job is to pump blood. Not emotions, feelings. I wondered what will world look like if no one would have emotions. Zero feelings. A better world maybe?

Everything around me slowed down as if time was coming to a halt. When their lips finally touched, out of all the emotions only one was familiar. Betrayal.

Since the human heart was made of flesh, it would be a lie to say that it did not hurt. It was as if someone had struck her heart with the tip of a needle, making it throb with pain.

I uncovered my face at once and placed a hand on my chest to confirm the pumping sound had come from it. It did. I can't believe My heart lost its rhythm because of him. Of course not. "Easy now, it is the rush in the breakfast, just the rush, and it is nothing a glass of water can't fix," I lied to my weak heart.

After a while, I gave up reading it and raised my head, “W-Wolf Heart Disease? What do you mean? You said it was just a heart condition. You said it was treatable…” My voice broke, but I forced myself to look at the pack healer. He sighed. The sadness in his eyes said more than his words and my heart sank. “Luna, it is a heart disease. But it’s rare and dangerous. His wolf formed in his heart instead of his lower abdomen. It interferes with his breathing.” He hesitated, then shifted his gaze to the side. My body turned stiff before he even continued. I followed his gaze. Leo sat across the room, swinging his small legs as he waited patiently. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper due to t

The three from the orphanage were completely stunned. "So they really are fake…" After being exposed, the impostor family seemed to stop pretending altogether. They sneered and said, "Do you really think your biological parents would love you? Please. They only love Rhea! Even if we hadn't replaced them and tricked you back to kill you, they would've brought you home anyway and forced you to donate your heart to Rhea!" "You and Rhea are a match!" I didn't want to believe it. Forcing me to donate my heart would still be murder.

And lastly, why is he lying to me? I can forgive anything. But not cheating and definitely not lying. To lie is an act of willingness from the heart to not tell the truth. It’s an action done with the own free will of a person. A choice. To live is to choose to hurt that person, to choose the lies over them, whatever it may be. Alpha Antonio doesn’t lie. Heck, he is transparent about everything and that thought makes what I saw earlier hurt more than I can imagine. I heard his footsteps approaching my direction, then the other side of the bed lowered because of his weight. My heart is beating out of my chest. It is pounding exaggeratedly, making me anxious about him hearing that I am still a

“Shame on you.” “But you do it all the time!” “Hey!” I pointed a finger at him. “I’ll have you know that I am an honest liar!” “What does that even mean?” “It means…” I placed a hand over my heart and stared into Ren’s eyes. “..That I put a lot of effort into lying and when I do lie, I honestly do it with all my heart and full of emotions that it makes you feel that I am telling the truth.” I smiled peacefully as soon as the words left my mouth as if I just gifted them a bit of my wisdom.