Old Wives Tale Heartbeat Novels & Stories

] After a brief chat, they prepared to sign off, but Lilith suddenly remembered something. Lilith: [Silas, be careful with Solenn. She has a heart condition. Take good care of her.] Silas’s attention immediately shifted to the quiet girl nearby. Her hair seemed brittle, her skin pale, her eyes tired, and her posture weak. Setting aside the tablet, Silas approached Solenn and gently took her wrist. Carefully, he counted her heartbeats while watching his watch—a skill his mother had taught him during hospital visits. Having spent hours at medical facilities with Althea, five-year-old Silas had learned basic assessment techniques. Althea had encouraged his curiosity, showing him how to count he

To Vivienne. Boom. Boom. The heartbeat came from inside her chest.

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

I paused for a bit before continuing, "And since you said that I was the doctor who treated your son, may I know what his name was? What was he diagnosed with? And what medicine did I give him?" The old woman's eyes began to flicker and dart away. She didn't dare to look me in the eyes and instead glanced all over the room. "M-My son… My son's name is…" she stammered. "H-He had a heart disease." "What kind of heart disease? A myocardial infarction? Heart failure? Arrhythmia? Or something else?" "I-It's just a heart disease!" "Then, what medication did I prescribe for him?"

Her sandals slapped fast against the tiles as she disappeared inside, leaving the small gathering suspended in a tight, frightened silence broken only by the old woman's shallow, uneven breathing. Amber held the old woman steady as she slumped back against the couch, her breathing barely visible now, each rise of her chest thinner and more labored than the last. Zoe and Marian sat frozen on their own seats, bemused, neither one moving an inch to help, their earlier scoffing replaced by a stiff, useless silence. "Breathing is shallow." Amber said hastily, her two fingers pressed against the old woman's neck, her expression tightening with every passing second as she counted the faint pulse be

He grunted and walked towards them fastly. Unknowingly, it was Heart’s first booking experience where she was even taken out of the bar. The old guy was a rich billionaire politician. Heart was so nervous as she was still standing next to the old guy. The old guy grabbed Heart’s wrist. Heart’s eyes widened. ‘Oh, no. If I don't do it, I won’t be able to work there. Meaning, Dimitri will die because of me!’ Heart thought as she was sweating looking into the old guy’s eyes.

they said I never do things right…. “Thanks for your help as well, how is the old lady doing?” I ask spontaneously. “She's fine now, she's awake now,” I felt a wave of relief wash over me, “She has a heart disease so she tends to have panic attacks and she slumps very often,” “Ohh….” I say digesting the information, that must be hard for the old lady. “You can go in and see her if you want,” the doctor informed me. “Yeah, I would like to see her,” I said happily, throwing my bag over my shoulders in one swift move as I stepped into the ward.

I whisper. She sighs deeply and motions for me to sit beside her. “Your father… he developed a rare heart condition. It’s not something modern doctors can treat. It’s unique to our kind. When he gets angry, or overwhelmed with strong emotion, his heart swells—literally. It puts unbearable pressure on his chest. We’ve had specialists look into it, but nothing helped until I found an old herbal healer a few months ago.” I stare at her, trying to process everything. “A healer? Like… a witch?”

as she peers at me through her lashes. I glance in her direction, my fury giving way to disbelief. "How did you find out about my heart condition?" Her gaze darts to my mahogany side table's drawer, "I noticed the herbs inside." I am aware of Foxglove's actions. I try not to smile. Only Macy would know that about me, of course. "Excellent. My heart was quite weak when I was born, and it has never grown stronger. I run the danger of developing heart failure if I overdo my fitness regimen or simply if I'm under a lot of stress. On other occasions, I simply get random attacks and then have to find a splinter in a moonstone. I'm shocked that I haven't had punctured a hole in my shoulder from all