The Wrong Heart Novels & Stories

He had recovered and was now seated in the Doctor's office to get the results of the test that was carried out on him. He handed the test results to Benhail. "The problem from your test results is that you have coronary heart disease, not end-stage heart failure. There's been a mix-up somewhere." The Doctor pressed his lips together. "After the test, I asked the nurses for your file and I got to know that you were given a wrong report, I regret to tell you this."

‎ ‎And yet… ‎ ‎It had been wrong. ‎ ‎Victor leaned back in his chair, studying the documents again. ‎ ‎Mistakes like this didn’t happen in his organization. ‎ ‎Not unless someone wanted them to. ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎Someone inside his own empire might have fed him false information. ‎ ‎He didn’t say the thought aloud. ‎ ‎But the possibility lingered in his mind like a shadow. ‎ ‎His phone buzzed suddenly. ‎

He'd stuck the third needle where Leland's heart should be, so why wasn't he dead? Just what on earth was going on? Unless… Leland's heart wasn't on the left! Cassian started considering that possibility. It was common knowledge that the human heart was on the left side of the chest, but there were rare exceptions. In extremely uncommon cases, due to rotation during embryonic development, a heart could grow on the right side instead. It was a condition so rare it appeared in only one out of a million people. "It's because my heart's on the right," Leland said.

He clutched his phone tightly, and his breathing grew heavier with every passing second. The rest of them watched him in tense silence and dared not utter a word. His fingers, trembling, flew across the screen and typed in a string of numbers. Alas, the screen showed the words 'Incorrect password.'

I poured every ounce of my will, every thread of my awakened Alpha strength into the grip we shared, trying to anchor him to the living world. "The heart is struggling," the second healer warned, his eyes fixed on the electronic monitor beside the bed. "The arrhythmia is worsening. The silver residue is too close to the main valve." "Give me the neutralizer," Sarah demanded, her hands steady as she reached for a glass syringe filled with clear fluid. "We have to flush the pericardium now." Before she could press the needle into the tissue, the steady, rhythmic beeping of the monitor changed.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but I didn’t care. “It’s too late,” she whispered. A hollow, terrible silence filled the room. I clenched my fists. “What do you mean, too late?” She wiped at her tears, her voice trembling. “During the transfer… the heart was accidentally contaminated.” The remains of my fragile heart finally shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed, voice thick with emotion. “The hospital hasn’t reported it yet, but… it can’t be used anymore.” My shoulders shook again as I cried, realizing that I had just gone back to square one again.

“Please. I need this.” The words caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked. But suddenly, I could feel it. The wild rhythm of his heart pounding against my back. Fast and uneven, like it might break free of his chest. “My heart’s not right,” he said hoarsely. “It’s… something’s wrong.” The struggle left my limbs instantly. My breath hitched as I stilled. “Shit, Warren. Are you okay? Can I get you something?”

An echoing voice in my head kept on reminding me that this was all a facade, that he was just trying to hide the demon that he has always been, but the heart it weak. God, my heart just won’t get the memo. Every time he’s even remotely close, it starts doing that dumb flutter thing. Stupid, traitorous heart. I let out a sigh. A heavy one that seemed to heave with my chest. How disturbing it was to feel this way. Not knowing right from wrong, or perhaps knowing right from wrong but convincing yourself so badly that the wrong isn’t at all so wrong. Just like the crazy way I’m trying to convince myself that Maverick might have changed, just because he’s trying on a new personality for size.

" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document. All those years of quiet love were shattered in a single moment. When the dream broke, I finally saw him for what he really was. Nothing special at all. The next morning, I got up early and changed into my engagement dress. I figured if it did not fit right, there was still time to have it altered. I turned in front of the mirror and noticed the waist was a little loose. Just as I was about to head out and f

"No, Kim. You don't get to do that. You don't get to come in here and try to fix things with a simple apology. We had a deal, a deal you broke over again. You humiliated my family and insulted the crown…before the whole fucking world." Kim felt a chill run down her spine as his words hung in the air. She knew she had hurt him, but she had never seen him like this before. She should've waited for the tension to shimmer down. What was she thinking coming here in the first place? Kim's leg's started moving towards the doors. This was a big mistake. "You're not going anywhere," His voice stopped her in her tracks. Kim took a deep breath. No, this isn't happening. He is drunk. And she continued w