Pretty Cure Heartcatch Movie の小説・ストーリー

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.

I had kept them like they were gold. I swiped the tears across my cheek. My mind raced as I tried to focus on Morrison. His voice still echoed in my head from the exact moment he said good bye. He had promised to come see me the next day The screen projected yet another image of Damien, this one somehow even more clearer than the first. I winced. “You okay?” Mrs. Chen asked. I coughed slightly, my hand flying to my mouth. “Why, yes. I am alright.” I said, a wry smile appeared across my lips.

Mary stood in a hospital corridor outside an operating room. With a cup of coffee in her hand, she looked calm. A doctor came out from the operating room and said, "The procedure was successful." Mary nodded and took a sip of coffee. She then asked, "What about the heart?" "It has already been transplanted into your son." She smiled. It was a gentle, satisfied smile, but the look in her eyes was more terrifying than a drawn knife. I released her hand and lowered my head. I pretended to wipe away tears while cleaning the blood from my nose.

There, the deep cut from the neckline revealed a small gap in the snow-white, pearly skin. When he discovered that evil gaze, Lang Tinh was startled and used his hand to cover it. - What are you looking at? - I don't even want to see it because you're wearing that dress and it's showing it off in front of my eyes! - Older brother. Suddenly, Lang Tinh's legs were like boneless, soft and about to fall, but fortunately, Mac Vu reacted quickly and caught it. - You okay! - Pain. He rudely lifted her up, held her tightly in his firm hands, walked confidently, energetic, straight eyes still did not lose any coldness, she involuntarily looked up at her passionate face. that.

She kept begging, "Joseph, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Now, it's just the two of us in our family. We only have each other. Please forgive me. I'll obey your every command…" He did not look at her. He only talked to the bodyguards. "Bind her to the bed!" he ordered coldly. He took out a scalpel and slowly unbuttoned Yvette's shirt as she watched in terror. "This heart belongs to Wendy. You don't deserve it, so you should return it to her," he said. "No! Are you out of your mind? I'll die without this heart!" yelled Yvette. Yvette was finally afraid. She had always been adored by her brother.

The third one showed the arrogant Cameron half-kneeling in front of her, his eyes filled with deep concern as he applied medicine to her wounds. The pretty young woman in the photo smiled shyly and sweetly, looking like the happiest princess in the world. Many people in the comment sections were envious and posted sarcastic remarks. "The three brothers of the Carter family all like Tammy. She is surely blessed." "Exactly. It's not one, but three. How did Tammy manage to do that?" In addition to those envious people, some people wanted to see how Blaire would make a fool of herself. Blaire casually glanced at a few comments.

As I lay there, helpless, he turned and lunged at Chiara, his hands wrapping around her throat. Her slender neck, already fragile, easily snapped under his squeeze. She didn't even have the chance to speak her last words. Her eyes were wide open as her final breath left her body. Ethan scooped me into his arms, sprinting toward the helicopter. He strapped me into the co-pilot's seat, his hands shaking from fear. Tears slipped from his nose, falling into the corner of my mouth. Salty and bitter. He spoke anxiously. "Clara, hold on, we're almost at the hospital. I'll give you my heart. Our organs match. Stay with me. You're gonna be fine."

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

He specialized in Yoga, while also being well-versed in some medical skills. He immediately trapped Freddy’s veins and shoved a few quick-acting heart-saving pills in the latter’s mouth… Yet, nothing happened. Freddy was still writhing in pain as he sweated profusely. Croix’s expression changed; he quickly poked three different parts of Freddy’s heart, hoping that it would work. “It’s useless,” Harvey said calmly. “It’s a heart attack. He’s done for.” “Did you do this?!” Dahlia demanded instinctively. The crowd looked at Harvey in terror.