Novel Heart Novels & Stories

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.

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My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out toward it, desperate to feel that connection once more. For a moment, there was nothing, just the echo of my own heartbeat in my ears. But then, I felt it—a warmth spreading through me, starting in my chest and flowing outward, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. I gasped, my eyes snapping open as the sensation grew stronger, more tangible. “Nova?” I called again, louder this time, my voice filled with the longing I had kept bottled up for so long. And then, in the depths of my mind, I heard her—faint but unmistakable.

The world in Anna’s head began to spin “Complications? Is my mom alright?” “Anna,” the nurse said as she sat on her bed. “ Your mother couldn't make it.” Anna felt broken inside her. Her chest gave her a strong pain. The artificial heart skipped once whirr…..whirr… Anna did not know the truth yet. She didn't know that what was in her chest was something mechanical. She didn't know that her heart was beating inside someone in this hospital.

We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine. "The Heart is a physical machine," Ghost explained as he steered. "It’s hidden beneath the Oval Office. It’s a giant crystal made of nanotech. It vibrates at a frequency that matches the human heart. That’s how he controls them." "How do we stop it?" I asked. "We don't just stop it," Mom said. She looked at me, her blue wires glowing in the dark. "We have to reverse it. We have to use a different code. A code that breaks the rhythm."

We suddenly heard a faint heartbeat echoing from deep within the ground. The elders looked at me with widened eyes. "What's that? I have never seen a thing like this before. It's getting scary. How can we suddenly hear a heartbeat in this hall like something buried long ago has awakened." Elder Isolde finally spoke since the incident began to happen. Elowen has gone totally silent, unlike her. Does she know what's happening, or is she just as shocked as the rest of us? I guess she is. The large circular stone slab engraved with ancient runes, that was embedded in the center of the hall, glowed with an ocean-blue light before turning gold. No! Something needs to be done.

“I wasn't created to protect your heart.” He tightened his hand around Eli's shoulder. “I was created to open it.” Then Evelyn heard a sound from inside her own chest. A heartbeat. Slow. Ancient. Awake. And a voice whispered from inside her— “Finally.” Evelyn looked down. Her chest began to glow black. The heart she had thought was hers— was opening its eyes. The heart inside Evelyn opened its eyes. She felt it. Not metaphorically. Not as a memory. Something was looking out through 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.

Sofia's name flashed across my phone screen, and something in the particular timing — a Tuesday afternoon, no scheduled reason for her to call — made my stomach tighten before I'd even answered. "Ivy." Her voice carried an urgency I hadn't heard in years, not since the earliest, most dangerous chapters of this family's complicated history. "Damien collapsed during his morning walk. He's conscious, but the paramedics are taking him to the hospital now. They think it might be his heart." The world narrowed to a single point of terrified focus, every other consideration — the lavender, the garden, the ordinary Tuesday I'd been quietly enjoying — collapsing instantly into pure, desperate urgency

“You don’t get to choose for us.” Marisol’s eyes softened, just for a second. “The heart chooses. Not you. Not me. Not the wager. The city.” The staircase descended on its own, stairs unfolding like a tongue. The ticket burned in Rosa’s hand, turning to ash. The vein returned—not under her skin, but under mine. VOLUME VIII: THE CITY’S HEART pulsed over my heart. Marisol’s voice was a whisper. “The new blood was bait. The final heart was always you, Elena. The spitfire. The one who refused to break.”