Unscramble Hearts Novels & Stories

"Normal. For you. For now." He approached, the proximity that was necessary and charged. The Holter's electrodes needed placement — the stickers that would record 24 hours of electrical activity, the data that was Arthie's life made visible. "Shirt," Cyrus instructed, the word that was clinical and not-clinical simultaneously. Arthie complied, the motion that was familiar now, the exposure that was vulnerability and trust. His chest was scarred — the surgical site from the ablation, healed but visible, the reminder that his heart had been opened, mapped, burned, repaired.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

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.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Maybe I will never love him, but at least I will try, and I make sure he is safe and happy. When Leah asked me about a name, I have no problems coming up with one at once. Carson, after my mother. She was once the only thing I had, and now Carson will be the only thing I have because my mate... sharp pain in my chest makes me almost howl. My mate will reject me the moment he will have another occasion.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Damien asked, his own composure carefully maintained despite what I recognised, watching him closely, as genuine underlying tension. "There's a structural anomaly in your heart's left ventricle that wasn't present in your original scans, before your cardiac event," the doctor explained. "It's not necessarily concerning on its own, but combined with certain other markers, I want to rule out a specific genetic condition that can sometimes manifest following significant cardiac stress." The additional testing required nearly two weeks to complete, an agonising period of uncertain waiting that tested both of our considerable resilience, built across decades of navigating this family's various co

"I'll see you in my office later." With that, he turned and vanished, leaving Noah standing in that vacant room, the beat of her heart going wild in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but the encounter had left her shaken. The thought that she was embroiled in some kind of dangerous game, that had Noah in its midst-a game whose rules were ever-changing, whose stakes were well beyond anything she could have imagined-wouldn't leave her head. And right at the heart of this game was Damien, with his inscrutable eyes and words as sharp as whips.

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.