Old Wives Tale Heartbeat Novels & Stories

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

Alice responded almost immediately " you are lying Alice" hunter replied her "and how do u know that" Alice chuckled " your heart beat changed when your heartbeat changes it usually means your lying" "so you want me to believe you can hear my heartbeat do you take me for some voodoo believer or something" Alice reasponded

Hillary was so exhausted and sleepy but before she totally fall into deep sleep she heard him say "You are mine baby., " Kryss embraced her as they sleep. His longing for her long time ago was granted. He can't guess what the future brings but one thing was certain to him- he desired to be with her in his every heartbeat. He was delighted that her heartbeat leads her to him. It was like a dream come true and he hoped that it will last forever.

Old Hagstorm immediately threw the demon snake’s gallbladder in another direction. “What, the demon snake’s gallbladder?” “That’s mine! I’m taking the gallbladder!” “Bah! My family contributed more today. Why should you have the gallbladder?” “Your family is nothing...” The forebearers argued while rushing toward the demon snake’s gallbladder. Old Hagstorm took advantage of the opportunity to cut open the wound he had just made and took out the heart, which was much larger than a basketball. Whirr... The moment the demon snake’s heart was taken out, a strong aura of blood spread.

" Herald said dropping the coffee mug on the table hard that it spilled on the table. At that moment Boris walked in breathing fire. " Where is my bride?" Boris asked as he sat on the couch opposite Herald. " The deal is off Boris, I don't care if my company goes to ruins, but my daughter already got married," Herald said folding the magazine. " What? Are you taking me for a fool?" " It doesn't work like that Herald, all my millions can't just go like that, you have to pay for that, either you give me your remaining daughter or you pay back every single cent I gave you," Boris said.

My tone was firm. “Oh dear child, how am I supposed to know all that? I left the pack years before your parents’ death,” she said. I couldn’t read the expression on her face, but her heartbeat gave her away. The speed at which her heart was beating, after years of monitoring and eavesdropping on conversations, it’s safe to say I know the exact pace of a liar’s heart. Unless she has hyperthyroidism, which she clearly doesn't, then the only answer is she was lying to me. Or maybe anxiety? I could feel my wolf burst into a fit of laughter in my head.

Olivia's hands trembled, the paper crackling like a dry leaf in her grip. her heart pounding in her ears as she stared down at the second paternity report. The room felt suffocating, her elaborate web of lies starting to unravel around her. Old Mr. Knight loomed before her, his gaze piercing, unrelenting. She felt naked under his scrutiny, exposed and vulnerable. Her heart pounded, each beat a deafening drum in her ears. "No," she whispered, "this can't be... it's not... not possible." She says, staring at the man.

I was dumbfounded and had to turn to my side and look at the person, who turned out to be a little girl, who had messy black hair and was wearing a blue dress that had dirt on it. If I am not mistaken, she should be around 7 years old. “Little aunty, would you mind buying this heart from me? Please. I need the money for my sick mother. Please don’t refuse me like others”. Her sweet angelic voice came through, and tears slid down her cheeks as she offered me a heart stone. A small light-purple colored heart shaped pebble. The heart shaped pebble had broken into halves, with zig zag cracks. But they fitted perfectly when combined, and displayed the theme of a broken heart. A hurtful heart.

Hart speaking with the doctor. "Is she alright?" asked Mr. Hart. "The mechanical heart is functioning normally, but she must never swim again. It's too dangerous," the doctor replied. I slowly sat up and shot him a cold glare. I knew I would survive. I jumped to get away from Chance and to escape the trap his grandfather had set. To my surprise, I learned something worse from Jenny. The old man had helped my mother only because he wanted her for himself; she was thirty years younger than he was.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.