The Heart Novels & Stories

Part 1: Jace Herondale The heart is a strange and amazing muscle and we all can't live or love without it, but most people don't think about it often. We don't think about the steady, faithful organ that beat one hundred thousand times a day. Most people have no idea that a woman’s heartbeat is faster than a man’s by about eight beats per minute, or that its four chambers pumps blood to every cell in the body except for the corneas.

“To heal means to forget; even if it's very difficult. It's a waste of time when I should be happy if I choose to be sad instead of trying to forget." "Nice." I reached for her hair and messed it up. "You're from there, aren't you? Where on g****e did you get that?" "It comes from my heart, from the right atrium and passes through the Superior Vena Cava." When she was able to remove the seatbelt, she faced her beautiful mother who just filled my top with question marks. "I just remembered that during the discussion when we were taught the Circulatory System. Have I passed to become a cardiologist, Ma'am?"

His calmness was beginning to irritate her. Micheal’s eyes softened, and he sighed. “Lily has a heart condition. It’s not something we talk about often, but it’s something we’ve managed for a long time. She can’t handle sudden shocks or intense emotions like fear or stress. Her heart rate spikes, and it’s almost like a mini heart attack.” Yvonne’s eyes widened in horror. “Are you telling me that a four-year-old just had a heart attack? How can we be sitting here just talking?” She started to rise from the couch in a panic, but Micheal quickly reached out, grasping her hand gently but firmly.

AYRA’S POV: I have touched him plenty of times but each time my heart beat fast than before making my nerves to jump one an other. I had only applied paste on his one cheek as his other cheeks was left but since I had a heart that lives inside of me but thinks of everybody else except me didn’t let me stop him but it urged me to say something different. I knew there was one part of my brain that loved to handle my heart as it is always the brain. Heart just abide by the rules and regulations the brain had published in that one policy room of it. I think that policy room comes within you when you are born like genes you are bestowed with. The heart is bound to

My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Whαt the heck is hαppening?

[Image: A biological diagram of the human heart, showing the interplay between kinetic energy and blood flow] In the shadow of the "True Humans," our intimacy was a private, wild rebellion. We made love on the floor by the fire, our heartbeats a defiant, irregular rhythm against the mechanical thrum of the human engines. Every thrust was a declaration that our "Anomaly" was the most natural thing in the world. As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with a soft, steady brilliance, filling the room with a heat that no steam-engine could replicate.

The fourth Node was not a machine, nor was it a pool of lava; it was a localized, sentient storm trapped in a crystalline lattice that predated the birth of the moon. In the center of the highest, most ancient Isle, we found the Heart. It was a sphere of swirling white mist and jagged, sapphire lightning, suspended in a ring of floating, rune-carved pillars that seemed to hum at a frequency that resonated in the very marrow of my bones. The sound it made was a low, constant thrum—the heartbeat of the world's atmosphere.

We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine. "The Heart is a physical machine," Ghost explained as he steered. "It’s hidden beneath the Oval Office. It’s a giant crystal made of nanotech. It vibrates at a frequency that matches the human heart. That’s how he controls them." "How do we stop it?" I asked. "We don't just stop it," Mom said. She looked at me, her blue wires glowing in the dark. "We have to reverse it. We have to use a different code. A code that breaks the rhythm."

“He is doing very well, still early for rejection, but damn,that is a good figure.” “Yeah, he should not reject it, as it is not organic, and that is part of why we have had rejections before.” “Talk me through this.” “When was the last time you heard of a hip replacement rejecting the part put in, or pins or staples in a body?” “Rarely.” “That is the secret of the heart. This one is early, and I am making better ones as I go along, but it is not organic, so rejection is less likely.” We talked some more about the heart and how it was made and how it beats.

He felt so cold that it was as though his heart had frozen and was about to shatter. "What's wrong, Henry? Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you say you'd do anything for me?" Regina asked. She looked displeased, staring at him accusingly because Henry hadn't responded to her request. The moment he met her eyes, his frozen heart shattered into a thousand pieces. "You're asking for my heart, Regina! My heart!" Henry argued. Humans only had one heart, which was the most vital organ in the body. It wasn't like donating a kidney or part of a liver, where one could still continue living after. Once someone lost their heart, they would be done for. They would be dead.