Mercy And The Heartbeats Novels & Stories

I could feel his warmth radiating onto the back of my palm. "Listen to me," he continued. "My bone marrow is a match for yours. There's still time. There's a research facility in Anglia that's offering new treatment options. Everything has been arranged. You don't need to do anything. All you have to do is nod, and I'll take care of the rest, okay?" No one knew my body better than I did. This was nothing short of a rally before the end. Any more treatment would simply be a futile struggle.

The ceiling above me blurs and swims, the chandelier in Nora's room splitting into two, then three, then merging back together. "Mira!" Jackson's face appears above me, his hands on my face. "Mira, look at me. Breathe. Just breathe." But I can't. My heart is beating too fast, so fast I think it might explode. This is it, I think distantly. This is how I die. Heart attack at forty-four, triggered by finding my daughter fucking her professor in our house. "Call 911," Jackson orders. "Now!" "Is she having a heart attack?" That's Tony's voice, and hearing him makes everything worse, makes my chest tighten even more.

That’s what I’m yet to understand. “What… wh… what did you just say to me?” He managed to speak, and I felt pity for him. “I think you should stop talking. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack, and I’m too tired to drive you to the hospital. I don’t even think I have it in me to lift a finger to call for an ambulance. So it’s in your best interest that you stop talking and let your heart rest.” I let out and then turned to leave, but I felt a sudden pull.

Listening to their rapid heartbeats. *_"

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

“When he rejected me, I held on. I refused. I still feel–feel just a glimmer of what was there. How do I move forward? I can’t accept this! I can’t accept that he’s going to die, and I did nothing.” Her words settle in my chest. The memory of storming back to Endova when I got the news that Ryan was dying rushes back, clouding my senses. I know how she feels because I felt that same fury. That same hurt and desperation. Mercy walks through the door without knocking, Freya close behind. I silently nod for them to come in, having called them through the mind-link for backup a few minutes ago. But Mercy’s face is pale and wan as she allows Freya to skirt past her, carrying an armful of precious