Single Heart Novels & Stories

“The boy has the same arrhythmia you had as a child.” A heavy silence settled between them. Alexander’s fingers curled into a fist. His expression remained unreadable, but Kelvin had known him for too long not to recognize the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. “How common is this condition?” Alexander finally asked, his voice controlled and measured. “Extremely rare,” Kelvin answered immediately. “There are only a handful of recorded cases in the country. The odds of two unrelated individuals having it are nearly impossible.” The weight of that statement thickened in the air.

“That’s all it is.” Dr. Walker’s expression doesn’t change. He sets the chart down and clasps his hands in front of him. “We ran some tests after you were admitted. Your asthma certainly contributed to your breathing difficulties, but it’s not the root cause.” He pauses, letting the words sink in. “You have a congenital heart defect. Specifically, a hole in your heart.”

“Our specialists are currently executing a sequence of runic diagnostic evaluations, but our immediate data confirms her heart-beast suspended its rhythm due to an extreme escalation of internal palpitation. Our paws have linked her veins to an intravenous fluid line, ensuring her biology should stabilize completely across a minor sequence of hours. Your eyes may access her ward later tonight.” The elder healer allowed a wry smile to touch his lips, his head shaking slightly. “Her life path grazed the absolute edge of the abyss, but your spirits can dismiss any lingering panic. Her beast will survive this event. However, my office must demand an answer—does your daughter’s lineage file conta

Two hours passed, each one marked by silence and the cold efficiency of his work. When he finally turned to me, his face was heavy with the same grim look he wore the day he first told me about my heart. "Axel, I’m afraid you’ve deteriorated further," he sluggishly let out. "The hole in your heart is expanding rapidly." "I can feel it," I admitted, my tone void of surprise. Cedric sighed. "And we still don’t know the cause. This isn’t something I’ve seen before—it’s beyond science." I leaned back, exhaling sharply. "Then there’s no solution. What about a new heart?"

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.

"Timothy, calm down." "I can't calm down. I just saw Henry a few days ago. Although he looked a little tired, he was fine. How can he leave just like that?" Timothy cried in despair as he spoke. This was Danielle's first time seeing Timothy crying so uncontrollably. The doctor said hesitantly, "Mr. Henry had a heart attack, which led to a cardiac arrest. There were barely any signs of life when he was brought here." Willow raised her hand and slapped herself twice.

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

Ruben stepped in, quiet, removing his jacket, his tie. I expected something. anything. But he simply walked to the edge of the bed and sat beside me. “Are you okay?” he asked. I looked at him, unsure of what to say. “I’m married,” I whispered. He nodded. “To me.” The silence after that was sharp and cold. “I got everything I ever wanted,” he said, “except the one thing that matters.” I looked at him. “Your heart.” I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. Instead, I leaned back into the pillows, staring at the ceiling, wondering how many more performances I had left in me.