The Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

] [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."

Ferrera put down the test report and pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Daisy has congenital heart defects. She has pulmonary valve stenosis, which obstructs the blood flow from the right ventricle to the pulmonary artery. This causes an increase in pressure during the right ventricle's contraction, leading to compensatory hypertrophy and eventually dilatation of the right ventricle, often resulting in heart failure." "Is there hope for a cure?" I anxiously inquired.

he said and stretched it to her, she retrieved it from him immediately. "Contract?" Natalia asked to be sure she heard right. “His marriage with her is a contracted marriage,” his voice let out. Natalia smiled at this, if there was one thing Julian hated was trying to fool them with a contracted marriage. He believes that is the dumbest idea ever, once she gives this to him he would immediately consider not handing his shares to him but to her son. “We never met tonight and this never occurred,” Natalia said coldly but the man busted out laughing.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

"Oh, well, then, I have good news for you. My neighbor down the street would be a perfect match. He's quite the carpenter and a very lovely man, but his family has a long and sad history with a very rare heart condition. I think you'd find it fascinating." "Oh, well, I don't think-" "He was just telling me the other day that one of the big hospitals up north is trying to convince the family to be part of a ground-breaking study, but they really would like to work with someone at St. Agnes." Deanna frowned and leaned forward. "Do you know what this rare heart condition is called?" "Oh, my, let me think." Miss Sissie tapped her lips. "It begins with the letter B, I remember that . . . Brew-som

The Architecture of the Heart "It’s a logistical nightmare," Rhys muttered, though a rare smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was checking the "Compatibility-Grid" on his ledger. "We have a groom who breathes oxygen and a bride whose heart-core runs on pressurized thermal-vapor. If the atmospheric seal on her pressure-suit fails during the vows, she’ll freeze—and he’ll be scalded."

They had a Shared Pulse. ​Thomas presided over the ceremony, his hands resting on the iron frame of the press. "In the old world, a contract was a fence," he told the gathered crowd. "It defined where you ended and the other began. In the 'Second Edition,' a contract is a Harmonic. It is the agreement to vibrate at the same frequency, even when the world is out of tune."

It was so black, and it looked like someone might die from taking it. Sherman looked upset. If Elijah had not been so impressed by Chase, Sherman would have suspected that Chase was trying to poison him. Chase said impatiently, “Are you taking the pill or not? If you aren’t, I’ll leave.” He had cultivated the pill, and it was called the ‘Heart Molding Pill’. It was used to cure congenital heart failure. If it was auctioned, one pill would be worth tens of millions. “I’ll take it, I’ll take it.”

Even when we went through the rest of the contract, he wasn’t as cocky and light hearted as before, if anything he looked like he would snap if I made even the slightest mistake. He was on edge, so instead of adding duel to the fire by trying to negotiate any of the terms in the contract, I just signed the document when he slid it to me after we’d gone through the last clause and he assessed me to understand if I’d understood both our roles and how the relationship was going to work. Yes I wasn’t comfortable with certain things in the contract, but his mood was too sour to address them, so I decided I’d do it when the time came, after all he wasn’t going to do everything now…..right??