Until Your Heart Stops Novels & Stories

“Stop…I don’t…” “No, I think you do. You see, my heart most likely is going to stop multiple times. I may need to be resuscitated, multiple times. But at some point, my body won’t be strong enough to walk or even sit up in bed. My whole body will look like it’s been in a fist fight that I’ve lost. I’ll throw up more blood than I can even replace.

Taking them to heaven and bringing them to pure bliss. Needing to catch her breath, she broke the mutual contact and watched as his eyes opened to gaze into the darkest part of her. "I have a request." She let out. Her heart beating so fast. "What request?" He asked. His breath coming out in gasps. "I need you to promise to never break my heart_" the tears rushed down her cheeks without a warning. "I need you to handle my heart with care. I_" her voice was so unsteady that it shook.

he said I barged inside before he could stop me, and it was like I was watching my own brother’s life flashing before my eyes. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, the doctors were frantic, trying to stabilize him. And then the heart monitor didn’t beep anymore, just one last shrill sound that seemed to ring in my head. I stared at the single line on the screen and turned tear filled eyes to my brother. His heart had stopped beating. The doctors immediately started CPR. But I knew, either by some instinct or whatever, I knew he wasn’t gonna wake up.

"You know a lot about hearts." "I read about them. Hearts are just pumps, really. Muscle pumps that push blood through tubes called veins and arteries." "That's right." Madison hung back near the door, her hand finding mine. "You look really sick," she said finally. The room went quiet. Even the machines seemed to pause. "I am really sick," Kyle said. "Are you going to die?" I felt my breath catch, but Kyle just nodded. "Probably. Yes." "When?" "I don't know exactly. But probably soon."

And I am also ready. 'Remember what I've promised? That I'll protect you for the rest of my life? This is it, my love. This is my last chance and I won't fail this time.' I smiled bitterly at the thought. I feel like things suddenly turned slow motion. So, this is what it feels like when you're already about to die. "I love you, Maze." Gabriel said as he cried and I shook my head at him. You're not gonna die here, Gabriel. Cause you should know by now.

CHAPTER 209: “There Is No Us.” No one’s POV: ‘Even though I don’t really want to stop and I want him inside me, still if I let him, we will never stop. This is the best timing to end this.’ Heart thought. She was really firmed about her decision. "Hold on now big boy, this was nice and all but I'm gonna have to stop you there." Heart said with a serious face, stopping Cullen Lee to fuck her.

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I told him, through our link. I thought maybe he would respond, but after a moment of silence, he didn’t. When I looked over at him, his eyes were starting to close. Listening closely, I realize that his heartbeat was getting slower with each passing second. I needed to stop thinking and just do something before it was too late.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”

That’s what I’m yet to understand. “What… wh… what did you just say to me?” He managed to speak, and I felt pity for him. “I think you should stop talking. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack, and I’m too tired to drive you to the hospital. I don’t even think I have it in me to lift a finger to call for an ambulance. So it’s in your best interest that you stop talking and let your heart rest.” I let out and then turned to leave, but I felt a sudden pull.