My Three Chambered Heart Novels & Stories

Greg sat on the sofa sweating while the fan was on and the room well ventilated. "Baby what's the matter" Samantha asked as she walked into the sitting room. "I'm having a serious headache" "Is that why you stayed here without coming into the room"? Greg replied with a loud and angry voice "Are you monitoring me now? Can you just leave me alone". "Baby why are you shouting at me I am only concerned about your well-being"Samantha replied. "I am sorry baby, can you go to bed".

He'd stuck the third needle where Leland's heart should be, so why wasn't he dead? Just what on earth was going on? Unless… Leland's heart wasn't on the left! Cassian started considering that possibility. It was common knowledge that the human heart was on the left side of the chest, but there were rare exceptions. In extremely uncommon cases, due to rotation during embryonic development, a heart could grow on the right side instead. It was a condition so rare it appeared in only one out of a million people. "It's because my heart's on the right," Leland said.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

Anders stepped up to the bed and sternly replied, "No, she doesn't. She wants you to be strong and live again and be patient until you can be togehter again. Now, I want you to stop this foolishness. No more death talk!" He contunued to mumble a string of profanities at Anders and Finn, refusing to look at them when he heard Finn say, "Anders, you know what he needs. He needs another shock to his system. One that will jumpstart his heart, so that he knows he's alive." "True, true. What do you propose?" Drake looked from one to the other and shook his head, saying "No! Nope! Don't you dare Finn!"

After two weeks we settled down in our new house in New York. I think it is really a big house for two persons but I'm not complaining. We just have three-bedroom. my room is the biggest room, the kitchen is the very important place in the house well the very important thing in the house is the fridge For me, but sometimes I enjoy cooking food. Then in the dining room, I don't eat there like normal people I always take my food and eat on my bed because I'm kinda lazy. and I am always alone so who I'm gonna eat with.

Waking up, I felt a lightweight pressed onto my chest, as I looked down I saw Vivian's sleeping soundly with her ear pressed over my heart. The memories of last night flew across fresh in my mind, wishing she was awake and we could renew a few more, but then again, it is not anymore just the two of us, now we have a son, who is with us in the same house, so such moments can't be happening as much as I would want them to now, but I didn't mind.

I signed my name at the bottom of the final page that night, alone, my father's hospital room quiet three miles away, my mother's photograph propped against the salt shaker like a witness. I had no idea how much of that ground was about to move.

The ground rushed up to meet me. I landed hard—but controlled—knees bending, boots cracking ancient stone as I absorbed the impact. The cavern around me was enormous, cathedral-wide, carved from obsidian and bone-white rock that glowed faintly from within. Veins of light pulsed along the walls in time with a massive, thunderous rhythm. The heart. It loomed at the center of the chamber, suspended in midair by chains of living energy. Each beat sent shockwaves through the space, warping gravity, bending the light. It was less an organ than a convergence—a place where power, memory, and intent collapsed into one.

the doctor began, her voice careful, “after reviewing your tests, I noticed something concerning your heart. You have a condition called an atrial septal defect—a hole in your heart. It’s the same condition that your mother has, and while it’s usually manageable, we need to monitor it closely.” Scarlett’s face drained of color as she absorbed the information. “A hole… in my heart? I’ve never been told about this before,” she murmured, gripping the sides of her chair. Noemi’s hand tightened around hers as the doctor continued. “It’s a congenital condition, meaning you were likely born with it, but sometimes symptoms don’t appear until later in life. Have you noticed any unusual heart palpitat