The Contracted Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

ACE I was furious, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle that it couldn't be heard from the gate. No one speaks to Aella that way, no one is allowed to talk about her. They don't know what it took me to bring her here, they don't know how much I hated sharing her with humans.

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Lucien quickly looked away, his expression carefully blank. “Of course! I’ll do anything!” she said, her voice clearer now. He reached into a folder beside him and handed a black thick document to her. The Marriage Contract, Elara read the heading in her mind, confusion flooding her face. She skimmed a little further down the page. “You want us to get married?!”

He loved Leo right from the moment he saw him. The doctor, who was obviously a few years older than Seth, didn't like the manner he was spoken to but he just nodded curtly. He took the chart from the nurse and glanced at it before looking back at us. "Well, I’ve looked at the EKG the nurse ran. He has what we call an arrhythmia-" "Wait! What is that? Can you explain in simpler terms?" "Please, allow me to explain, ma'am." The doctor adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Sighing before he said, "specifically, it looks like a Congenital Heart Block. His heart isn't sending the electrical signals correctly to keep a steady beat."

Try to understand the medical terminology that might as well be a foreign language. *Ventricular hypertrophy. Systolic anterior motion. Left ventricular outflow tract obstruction. Sudden cardiac death.* All the clinical ways to say: Tyler is dying and there's nothing I can do. But I keep reading anyway. One article catches my eye. A case study from Germany. A thirty-eight-year-old man with familial hypertrophic cardiomyopathy—similar to Tyler's condition. He received an experimental treatment combining targeted medication with lifestyle modifications. His cardiac function stabilized. He's still alive fifteen years later.

"Why? Is that…big?" He smirked. Then he placed my hand on the big bulge on his pants. I swallowed. Fuck. I guessed… he was right. We need to take this slow.

"Mr. Lombardo has already signed the marriage certificate, the proposed contract, and all the related documents. I present each one of them to you for your reading, and if you agree, I will ask for your signature to then consider this situation concluded." Rebecca took a deep breath while thinking that her future husband was a complete idiot, but at the same time, she reminded herself that it was the condition her father had imposed on her. So she sighed once more and took the contract that the lawyer was extending to her. She began to read it.

Noemi assured her with a gentle smile. The doctor entered with a calm, professional demeanor, and after some preliminary tests, they were finally ready to discuss Scarlett’s health. The first piece of news came as a complete shock. “Scarlett,” the doctor began, her voice careful, “after reviewing your tests, I noticed something concerning your heart. You have a condition called an atrial septal defect—a hole in your heart. It’s the same condition that your mother has, and while it’s usually manageable, we need to monitor it closely.”

Gianna continued, “It’s an inherited disease, my mom had it, and her dad, too. If I have kids, at least any biological, there’s a good chance I could pass it on to them or my grandchildren. That’s a scary thought.” “So,” Dante asked gently, “what does that mean for your heart?” Fingers tapping over where her heart was, Gianna remembered that Giovanni had told her how smart Dante was. So, not holding back, she told him, “It means that parts of my heart, particularly the parts that are held together by cells, become detached. My right ventricle is thin because of that, and it’s harder for my heart to pump blood through it. Over the years, my right ventricle has gotten more and more stretched o