The Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

I whispered. “What?” His gaze was intent, waiting. “I’m starting to believe… that this treehouse is more real than every sweet promise I’ve ever heard in my life.” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, Hugo took my hand and placed it over his chest. His heartbeat was steady and strong, like the beat of a drum that could never be faked. “Then let this heartbeat be a contract that can never be revoked. Never negotiated.” I drew a long breath and lowered my gaze so he wouldn’t see the tears brimming in my eyes. “This is the most absurd contract I’ve ever signed,” I said softly.

She lived. April is ten now. Or rather, she will be ten soon…I think in three or four months' time. We were happy together but for the past year, one thing just couldn't complete our happiness. April had barely been able to live like a child. Hospitals became our second home. The smell of antiseptic replaced the warmth of laughter. Doctors’ voices replaced bedtime stories. They said it was dilated cardiomyopathy—a condition where her heart had grown weak and enlarged, struggling to pump blood the way it should. At first, it was just fatigue. Then breathlessness. Then nights where she couldn’t sleep because it felt like her own chest was working against her.

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."

Asthra said then open the projector, "Since Mrs. Hokins has only two months left before her delivery, we must study her case and our goal!" "She has a congenital heart disease specificaly the coarctation of aorta, based on her history, she has been undergone different surgery that makes her alive until today" I said and everyone has a shocked in their faces when I discuss the real situation of Mrs. Hokins heart, "I believe they have done different procedure to widened her aorta and thining its valve, but pregnancy is a whole different story, pressure and intensity is required for the mother's delivery which I dont think her heart can bear!"

All Hearts! "

She was just staring blankly at the Doctor while blinking her eyes from time to time as if confirming that this isn’t a dream. “Kiara?” My body became cold as my hands starts to tremble while waiting for her or the doctor to say anything. “Systolic. The left ventricle of the heart, which pumps most of the blood, has become weaker. This happens because it’s gotten bigger. Since it is larger than before, the ventricle can’t contract the way it should. Because of that, your heart doesn’t pump with enough force to push blood throughout the body.” Kiara explained. Astonishment was all over her face.

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??

He smiled, “Contracts don't work like that. Once one is entered, it can not simply be dumped and tossed aside" My mouth fell open, “A contract?"

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.