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The day the exam rankings are released and I claim the top spot is also my older sister's birthday. During the birthday party, everyone asks what she wishes for. She turns her head and looks straight at my fiance, her red lips curving into a smile. "I want first place. Can you give it to me, Professor Howard?" The man lowers his eyes, saying nothing. The next day, my name disappears from the top of the rankings. After that, I fail to place five times in a row. When I confront my fiance, he simply hands me a slice of sponge cake and says, "Your sister has it hard. If she can't place first at Imperial Academy five consecutive times, she'll be forced into an arranged marriage with that cri

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

A nostalgic smile fills my heart. I'm going to miss this a lot; you all are my wolf boys. No matter where you are, you are mine, okay? Be as mine as I am yours. I am your partner, your alley, your ACE OF HEARTS in perfection. Don't look for me, don't take risks for me, and don't stop your lives for me. You all are the best thing I've ever had in my life. Don't forget to give Horus a kiss from me and tell him I love him so much too.

She replied. Des covered his mouth and chuckled. " If something is not wrong with your body, it might be that your heart is the problem then. Maybe it's because I'm here right beside you that your heart can't help but beat so loud. You must like me so much because I can hear your heart beat clearly in my ears right now. " Des boasted and slapped his chest.

The fluorescent lights caught the gold in his brown eyes, the flecks of lighter color near the pupils that made him look perpetually surprised, perpetually kind. "I know his anatomy," Datu said. "The way his ribs curved around his heart. The adhesions from an old appendectomy—he was, what, sixteen? The scar tissue that slowed my dissection. I know the exact pressure his aorta can withstand before it tears. Does that count as knowing him?"

who are you talking about? Lucas opened his mouth, struggling to say the name. " You must marry Li--" The heart monitor let out a deafening beep . The line went flat... Vincent froze . His father's hand went limp in his grip. He was gone too. And the name he had been about to say was left incomplete. No no Dad you can't do this to me. Please don't do this to me.. He was a sobbing mess, he couldn't hold his tears as it kept falling...

I was counting down the days I had to keep pretending everything was fine. My mornings started the same dull announcements crackling over the PA as I walked into World Literature, where we were dissecting Shakespeare’s, Mrs. Dunn loved assigning tragic love stories as if we all had time to romanticize betrayal and passion. Ironic, considering my life felt like a walking tragedy lately.

"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.

"You're not as bad as you make yourself out to be; doing bad things, bad deeds, doesn't mean your attitude is so bad." He leaned on the steering wheel with his arms crossed and kept looking at me. I wanted to touch his bicep and see if it was as hard as it looked, and for some reason, I found myself tracing with my fingers the lines that drew a small statue of liberty. "What are you basing that on?" his bicep tensed when I moved to a tattoo closer to the sleeve of his shirt: a deck of cards "You don't know anything about me."

The corners of her lips curled up again, and she teased, "How would you know if you don't try?" Zoey raised an eyebrow, her face full of challenge, her gaze bold and intense as she looked at Jonathan. Jonathan turned, his mesmerizing eyes meeting Zoey's with a soft, alluring gaze. The atmosphere between them shifted, a subtle tension hanging in the air. Zoey boldly raised her hand, tugging at the man's suit collar to brush off the faint dust. Then, standing on tiptoe, she leaned in close to his neck and softly said, "Jon, I'm being sincere. You won't let me down, will you?"