My Three Chambered Heart Novels & Stories

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

A fully formed human baby. "Oh my God," I whispered. "There's the head. Profile view. You can see the nose. Lips. Chin." I stared. Transfixed. My baby had a face. A real face. "Moving down to the body. Four-chamber heart. Let me get a good view." The image shifted. A tiny heart. Beating. Four chambers. Opening and closing. Perfect rhythm. "Heart looks perfect. Rate is 145. Nice and strong." "It's so small."

“To heal means to forget; even if it's very difficult. It's a waste of time when I should be happy if I choose to be sad instead of trying to forget." "Nice." I reached for her hair and messed it up. "You're from there, aren't you? Where on g****e did you get that?" "It comes from my heart, from the right atrium and passes through the Superior Vena Cava." When she was able to remove the seatbelt, she faced her beautiful mother who just filled my top with question marks. "I just remembered that during the discussion when we were taught the Circulatory System. Have I passed to become a cardiologist, Ma'am?"

“Together.” Mara shook her head. “We barely understand what any of this means.” “You will,” the creature said. And then the chamber darkened. The pillars collapsed inward, forming a circle of spiraling light around them. The floor lifted—an invisible platform rising toward a shimmering core suspended high above the chamber. It was massive, swirling with infinite layers of signal, memory, consciousness—a star made of code. The Heart. Not the fractured version they had touched before. The original. The true form.

“He is doing very well, still early for rejection, but damn,that is a good figure.” “Yeah, he should not reject it, as it is not organic, and that is part of why we have had rejections before.” “Talk me through this.” “When was the last time you heard of a hip replacement rejecting the part put in, or pins or staples in a body?” “Rarely.” “That is the secret of the heart. This one is early, and I am making better ones as I go along, but it is not organic, so rejection is less likely.” We talked some more about the heart and how it was made and how it beats.

[Image: A biological diagram of the human heart, showing the interplay between kinetic energy and blood flow] In the shadow of the "True Humans," our intimacy was a private, wild rebellion. We made love on the floor by the fire, our heartbeats a defiant, irregular rhythm against the mechanical thrum of the human engines. Every thrust was a declaration that our "Anomaly" was the most natural thing in the world. As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with a soft, steady brilliance, filling the room with a heat that no steam-engine could replicate.

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.

"Did you know that the human heart beats approximately one hundred thousand times per day? That's three billion times in an average lifetime!" "That's fascinating, princess," I said, grateful for the interruption. "Is this for school?" "No, I was just reading about hearts because Iniko has a heart condition and I wanted to understand it better." Cassidy climbed onto a stool between me and my mother. "His heart doesn't work right so he needs medication and he can't play active games and he gets tired easily. It's really sad." My chest tightened. Ambelyn's son had a serious heart condition. That explained so much—the divorce, the desperation I'd seen in her eyes during the interview, the way s

I ended up sitting on the floor. From my seated position, I actually had a clearer view of the heart. Despite feeling uneasy, I forced myself to look at it. Upon closer examination, I noticed that this bright red heart was pulsating vigorously, with a rhythm similar to a normal human heart. But that wasn't all. If I looked closely, I could even make out a white shape within the heart. This white shape was circular, resembling a large and round pearl.

Its inner anatomy was a grotesque fusion of human organ systems and parasitic vampiric structures”three heart chambers pulsing out of rhythm, threaded with dark, pressurized conduits that fed the creature's hollow ivory talons. Cattleya worked with cold, mechanical efficiency. Her surgical gloves were coated in dark, iridescent fluid, but her long fingers never wavered. Beside her, Rusty stood pale and shivering, holding a lantern close to the specimen”s thoracic cavity while operating a manual brass vacuum to draw off the caustic fumes.