Until Your Heart Stops Novels & Stories

Like I’m trying to convince myself of something that’s already slipping through my hands. Inside, one of the monitors shifts. The rhythm changes. It’s subtle. But I feel it. “Come on…” I murmur, stepping closer to the glass without realising it. “Come on, Cole. Don’t do this.” Another voice. Louder now. “Cardiac arrest.” Everything stops. Not literally. Not physically. But inside me— Everything just… freezes. “No,” I say, louder this time. “No, no, no—” “Charging.”

“I’m going to see Shantal. She can’t die. How could she be dead?” The patient’s heart had stopped beating... The patient’s heart had stopped beating... Capp. The patient’s heart had stopped beating... That sentence was like a knife slicing into her heart repeatedly. Ullysis pushed Wilma aside when she tried to support him. He ran out of the house. There was a deep pain that penetrated to his core and radiated from his limbs.

As the doctor’s warning echoed in their minds… And the question hung in the air. Would that heartbeat continue… Or stop when they least expected it…?

He was crying whilst caressing her hair *Babum, babum * Her heart started beating again, more aggressively, her breath that had stopped now accelerated, she was holding her chest while struggling to breath properly as if she had forgotten how to. Was it a panic attack or was she having a heart failure maybe even both, Celea didn't know. She turned around again and the last thing she remembered was a panicked Romeo running towards her seeming to call, her name maybe but Celea couldn't hear anything and then everything turned black

"Doctor, her heart rate’s dropping—she’s crashing!" The room fell into a stunned silence, the air thick with dread. I could see it in the doctor’s eyes: they were losing her. “No!” I shouted, rushing to her side, my hand gripping hers, my mind screaming for a miracle. “Not like this. Please, fight, Hailey. Fight!” But the machines continued to beep faster, the chaos of life slipping away with every pulse, every breath she struggled to take. I felt the world stop as I watched her fight, my heart breaking with every second she slipped further from me.

"Yes, but only for a moment." "What?" My eyes widened. Before I would ask further questions, my skin went cold, almost as cold as ice. My breath became cold too as I felt my heart ice up. "W….w…What is happening to me?" I held my chest as I fell on my knees, unable to stand any longer. Soon, my eyes began shutting down as my heartbeat reduced. "Follow your heart and make only right decisions Miguel." Was the last thing I heard before my eyes finally shut down.

I asked, curious. She gives me a big smile and points to my chest right where my heart is. “Because of this. Because it will tell you the moment you see him. Your heart won’t stop beating and it will feel like the world around you will stop moving, except for him, except for your mate.” I pondered on her words for a while, letting it sink in, and I wondered if that could really happen to me. It seemed so impossible, like something that could only exist in fiction.

"I thought I had lost you, I thought I would never see you again." "I would never leave you again." "Do you promise?" "Yes," I say weakly. "Why?" "Because I am yours, because I belong to you, because I am your heartbeat." I understand. I finally understand what he has been trying to explain to me. He is my heartbeat; I have never truly lived until he found me. He makes my life make so much sense, he is ready to protect me, kill for me, and die for me because, without me, his life makes no sense.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th