Mha Heart Hands Novels & Stories

Wiping my tears, I made my way to the office. As I stepped inside, the sterile scent of medical equipment filled my senses, and my heart raced in anticipation. The doctor's somber expression hinted at the gravity of the situation. "Your mother has cancer and needs to be admitted immediately," the doctor said, his words hanging heavily in the air, each syllable landing like a weight upon my chest. The world around me seemed to blur as the reality of the statement sunk in. Admitted immediately – the urgency of the situation echoed in those words.

I set the piece of paper down so I could have more freedom to use my hands for the big tree gestures. My voice was shaky as I started out. I could hear it so loud in my head. I tried to tune it out but it just kept sounding louder. I smiled big and hoped that Moustash didn’t notice. Finally, I got to the closing line. Moustach cleared his throat—never a good sign. He told me to try the monologue one more time, but “loosen up a bit, just do it simply like you’re talking to your friend... oh, and don’t do any of those hand gestures.”

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

*GASP* Mahira let out a loud gasp as her hand flew to cover her mouth in shock You really played your cards before hand dear fate What is it that you plan to do next? All Hearts !!

Sara said as she looked forward out the window ahead of them. “I love you too, Sara Holt,” Garett said and smiled as he kissed her hand. Now it was time to let the heart win forever. He had the contract still on the wall, after all.

If he fixed it, would I listen to him? Luca grabbed that last thread of hope and drove back to the apartment. He knelt on the living room floor and picked up every broken piece. A man who normally frowned at dust on his cuffs didn't notice when the sharp edges cut his palm. Then he smelled blood. Not the blood on his hand. This came from the hallway, thick enough to make his heart sink. He turned toward the open storage room door and walked over step by step. When he pushed the door open, he saw the large dark-red stain on the floor. Too much. Far too much to be a normal period.

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

“Somеtimеs, thе right opportunitiеs comе when yоu leаst eхpect thеm. I really believe this is one of those moments. Lylah's daughter would love you, and you might come to love her too, if you gave her a chance.” I shаke my heаd, rоunting а hаnd thrоugh my hаir. “This isn’t fаir. Уou’rе putting mе in аn impossiblе positiоn.” “It’s nоt impossiblе,” she sаys softly. “It’s just... differеnt from whаt yоu plаnned. But somеtimеs, differеnt cаn be good.”