The Wrong Heart Novels & Stories

“Not where anyone could stumble over it or sense it.” Keith’s brows draw together. “You’re saying move it again? After all this time?” “No.” I curl my fingers around the satchel. “I’m saying we break it, scatter it. Sanctuaries. Dead places. Places even power avoids.” I swallow. “The Heart was never meant to be whole. That’s why it was broken and hidden in the first place. But there was a mistake the Elders made,” I hold up the package. “The eye is all that matters; anything can be substituted for the legs, a mistake that was only found out after. Every time someone tried to wield it, it nearly tore the world apart.”

I said, "Marrying you in our last life was my biggest regret. I don't love you anymore. I don't want a child with you. Stop living in the past. I'm never going back there." Finn froze, hurt evident on his face. I didn't care about his feelings at all. I simply turned and left the room. He shouted after me, "All men are the same! Do you really think that Damien cares about you? Why would the wealthiest man in Abgate City want an ordinary woman?

My heart sank as I realized it was the engagement ring he had planned to use for a proposal. “No!” I screamed, darting towards the water. “Not the ring!” “What are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone!” he said. “I’m not leaving you,” I shouted back, struggling to keep my footing against the fierce wind. “Not now, not ever. You’re about to make a huge mistake!” He glared at me, his eyes flashing with a storm of their own. “A mistake? You think you know what’s best after everything that’s happened?”

*** It isn't simple at all. Looking at the tall building in front of me, I decide it's a bad idea to even drive here in the first place. This isn't right. This is all too wrong and it's messing with my head. That night wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to find him attractive and even allowed him to give me multiple orgasms in one night but here I am, smiling at the memory and liking every bit of it. As much as I would like to do it again. I remind myself why I can't. Why this is wrong and very inappropriate and so unlike me. I am now his professor and he's likely my student and he's also my client. My big break.

"She was stabbed with a poisoned knife in the chest to the left, but according to the doctors that her checked, they found out she has Dextrocardia. Which means her heart is to the right side of her chest. Her heart wasn't injured, but the poison had started to get into her system, she had an antidote already, but we are waiting for it to take effect. She told me never to give her any medications no matter what happens, as they would complicate the effect of the antidote. So, I am waiting until she regains her consciousness," Lucien explained with pained expressions.

Go out and wait for your blood test report. Dumbstruck, Suzanne stood in the room as if she was fixed to the spot. The sudden revelation shocked her. Sienna said that she wasn't Suzanne. Even the doctor confirmed that she was still a virgin. Where did it go wrong? Why would things end up like this? Suzanne's reports finally came out after waiting for a long time. The attending doctor read all of her reports with a smile and sighed, "Young lady, have you made a mistake?" Feeling anxious and worried, Suzanne sat next to the doctor and fidgeted nervously with her fingers.

Somehow, Daniel made that work and I didn't care to ask how. The fourth man, his name was imprinted in my head. Orion Huntington. This piece of shit had a daddy with pockets so deep that it almost made my father look like a pauper compared. With that being said, it was easy to hide his son's discrepancies and even easier to make finding the dipshit's medical records impossible. We had no idea that he had Dextrocardia — a condition where the heart pointed to the right side of the chest instead of the usual left. Because of that, the asshole survived. "Hey!" A voice called and I grinned to myself, "get off my car."

“We checked her clinical records, medications and all, and we found out that the diagnosis from the public hospital was incorrect. The tests they ran were not thorough enough, and the medication they’ve been giving her... it’s all wrong. No wonder she never got better.” The words barely registered at first. Congestive heart failure. I repeat it in my head time and time again, but it doesn’t make sense. It’s like I’m hearing them from a distance, the room suddenly feeling miles away as I struggle to keep my head above the tidal wave of emotions rushing in. This can’t be happening. I just—I just can’t. I don’t have the capacity for this. “What... what do you mean wrong?” I force the words out,

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

N shot back sarcastically, "What's your answer then? Say it." Ember described the health condition. "It wasn't her spleen and stomach. She has a myocardial infarction. Didn't you notice that?" Penelope was stunned. She looked at the fake Dr. N and asked, "So, you got it wrong?" They were in the cardiology department. The patient wouldn't be there if she had spleen and stomach problems! The fake Dr. N tried to quibble. "She's your patient! You can say anything! Let's…"