Until Your Heart Stops Novels & Stories

I said weakly. “I know.” he sighed, leaning back. “But the medication is starting to get less effective because your body is fighting it. If you don't pause the dosage, your heart might just stop. You’re a male Omega who can conceive, Silas. It won't just disappear because you swallow a pill.” He paused, probably hoping that I would cave in. “If you don't pause the cycle soon, the internal damage might become irreversible. You’re playing a dangerous game with your own life.”

My eyes closed slowly, and my heart stop beating at the count of 5, 4, 3, 2. "Nooooo!!"

Even in my last breath, she is still the content of every beat of my heart even though she is happy with someone else. I looked at the light and smiled holding my chest because I couldn't breathe anymore. With the last drop of tears in my eyes, my heart also stopped beating. "Until we meet again my hope." I uttered the last word and my eyes closed. THE END

Isabella pov I wish I hadn’t woken up again. I want to avoid this pain that fills my whole heart. Every day I have to keep fighting to just keep breathing in and out. I’m still stuck in that examination room when the doctor said they couldn’t find any heartbeats. The earth stopped spinning that day, I stopped living. Everything that happens after is like an outside-body experience. As if I were not there, it happened to someone else and I stood beside and just watched.

But over and over, until James stopped struggling. Until his eyes lost focus. Until his heart stopped beating. And just like that… he was gone.

She would not let this end in failure. "You don't even understand what heart failure means," Donald sneered. "I'm an expert, so let me spell it out. There's nothing left to do. The heart is the body's engine. Once it fails, the body shuts down!"

Then, he began pummeling himself on the chest. I'd kept a diary of my thoughts and emotions during the 200 days he had spent with Evie. In short, it was a record of my heartbreak. My entries had started out hopeful. Then, it gradually evolved into longing, disappointment, and ultimately, despair. I had also noted down the date that I was finally going to leave. The very last entry was my final note to him. "I don't love you anymore, Oscar Ramsay. Don't come looking for me. I don't want to see you ever again."

It didn’t just stop because it wanted to. It ran out of fuel. Out of electrical signal. Like an engine without gas. That didn’t mean it couldn’t start again. Right? Unless— Unless he entered biological death. Unless his cells started dying beyond repair. If that happened— There would be no going back. My breathing quickened. No. No, I couldn’t let that happen. I had to work fast. I pressed my palm against his chest again. His heart just needed a spark. A chemical spark plug. Something to kickstart it again. “There’s still time,” I muttered to myself. There had to be. There had to be.

She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

Act nice, making me feel safe before starting the promised nightmare. "You know what! To hell with the rules. I'll stop by the first coffee shop we cross. I'll buy you a coffee and something sweet. That will boost your morale." One of the guys in the backseat scoffed at his overjoyed voice. I didn't react and kept looking outside. It wasn't my intended intention to keep ignoring him, it's just that I couldn't talk. I knew from the telltale symptoms that my blood pressure had dropped drastically and I was fighting so hard not to pass out. My body was working against me, trying to shut down. Part of me wants to give up, now that I know that there is no way out of this, that this is the end, my