My Three Chambered Heart Novels & Stories

Amelia asked, another sob escaping her lips. “Because every researcher and witch I have spoken to say if this Heavenly Heart truly existed and was as powerful as I’m claiming, it would be almost impossible to take the heart and keep it beating once it leaves its vessel. It would be easier if it was an immature heart and in the vessel of an infant. Still filled with light and purity. But it’s since aged and is even more powerful than we could ever imagine. Only the most elite and strongest beings on the earth can successfully take this heart out,” Penny scoffed. Amelia gasped.

The room was silent as the heartbeat of the unborn pup filled the room. Aaron had his wide eyes glued to the screen. The sudden rage to keep the little thing away from any harm filled him. He looked at the omega who looked back at her, grey eyes shinning with unshed tears of happiness. "The pup's heartbeat is stable. So far, no complications. " The doctor said as she observed the screen." Wanna know the gender? " " It's a girl. " Irish announced, and the doctor just chuckled. " Indeed, it is. " She agreed.

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.

I needed to know the pain hadn't stopped it. I found the pulse. But as I held my breath, focusing through the fading ache, something shifted under my palms. Two somethings. My heart stopped. I froze, my fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt. There weren't just the two rhythms of me and the baby anymore. There were three. Two distinct, separate heartbeats where before there had only been one. Two tiny, small presences completely tangled together, fighting for every inch of space inside the hollow of my body.

I asked, dropping all the formalities. “He’s stable for now Joanne”Steve said as he took a deep long breath before continuing, “his heart went into acute decompensation and he lost consciousness due to poor cardiac output.” My pulse quickened and my heart thudded. I tried to calm down and not tilt towards the negative side. “I don't know how to tell you this, we've started him on inotropes but his response is so far minimal. We might be talking of a heart transplant” Steve dropped the news with a calm voice.

"There seems to be some regurgitation between the tricuspid valve position in the right atrium and right ventricle, but there appears to be something moving inside." Zoey also realized that this phenomenon was very abnormal. "Help me record this segment. I want to see it." "Okay," the doctor quickly complied upon hearing the words. After getting up, Zoey repeatedly watched this video clip, zooming in and zooming in again, her fingers involuntarily clenched. She knew what that thing was, it was an explosive chip installed in the body, once detonated, there was absolutely no possibility of survival. Zoey remembered Natalie from Mirland Butteriron Village, who had her heart implanted with an ex

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.

Hummmmm! The stainless-steel cryo-containment capsule started vibrating with a pitched whine. It made my teeth ache. The frosted glass window of the cylinder began to thaw in lines. Heavy drops of condensation fell onto the floorboards of the bridge. Inside the pressurized chamber three bio-synthetic heart valves were pulsing. They weren't ticking like machines. They were throbbing with a rhythm. It sent a shockwave through the air. Thump-thump-thump-thump!

He said in a grave tone, “Ms. Lewis, your body is no longer suitable for the existing artificial heart. “If a suitable heart isn’t found within three months, your life will be in danger.” I fell silent. Beryl was crying. The chance of finding a matching heart was slim to impossible. It actually meant that I only had about three months to live. Maybe it was destined. Perhaps that was why I had gotten the chance to see Bryan once again before I was gone. I was surprisingly calm about my condition as I gently wiped away Beryl’s tears. “Why’re you crying? I still have three months.” I did not want to spend the three months I had confined to a hospital bed.