Where The Heart Is Novels & Stories

At the place beneath his ribs where a heart beat like any man’s. Except nothing about Cassian Vale was like any man. “Where is it?” I asked. His silence answered before he did. I looked up slowly. His silver eyes held mine. My mouth went dry. “No.” He said nothing. “Cassian.” “It was the only place Damien could not take it.” The heartbeat beneath the stairs seemed to grow louder. Or maybe I could hear his now. Maybe the chamber below and the man in front of me were answering each other. “The Heart is inside you,” I whispered.

"So where's the body? I want to see it before we begin." "Sure," Lucy sighed. "Follow me. It's in the pack morgue." ****** "Where's his heart?" June questioned, after examining Daniel's body. "His heart has to be here for the spell to work. He can be missing a limb, an eyeball, or even his penis, but the heart, brain, lungs, liver, and kidneys are vital to keeping the body healthy and alive. The spell is a no-go without the heart." "Wait! I think it's in a bag by his feet," Lucy announced.

"My heart." He took my hand, the one he was holding, and pressed it firmly against his chest. I felt the thick cotton of his hoodie, and beneath it, the hard, steady rhythm of his heart. It was fast—frenetic, even. It matched the erratic thumping of my own.

he sounded like his heart is wounded very deeply and she remembered his face while he was talking about his late mother, this is the pain which she can't even dare to imagine or feel. Not knowing how he will react she decreased that gap of one inch again and placed her small palm on left side of his chest where his heart is beating inside his chest cavity, her tender touch felt like ice on his burning heart. He felt peace which was unknown to him since years. She don't know anything but the feeling that her heart hurts to see this man in pain.

Sophia sat on the edge of the plush king-size bed, her eyes scanning the lavish interior with a mix of awe and sadness. The room was elegantly decorated with gold accents and intricate patterns on the walls, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow across the room. The floors were made of polished marble, and the windows were draped in heavy silk curtains that swayed gently in the breeze. As Sophia looked around, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing in her chest. This was the kind of room she had always dreamed of staying in, with its extravagant design and luxurious furnishings. But now, as she sat there, she couldn't find any joy in it.

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.

"Well, I have this major operation where the heart is outside the body with all the coronary arteries still intact on it. We plan to stop the heart every 30 minutes until Felisa finishes removing all the skin and fats at the back of the heart." "Stop the heart when it is outside the pericardium? That is impossible; it may bleed, and the heart cannot sustain the temperature of its surroundings; you are aware that the heart is made up of a soft moist type of muscle, so it cannot stop outside of the pericardium; otherwise, the heart may become dry and susceptible to any type of bacteria; or, due to the nature of air, it is highly not recommended!" "Oh, God! Yes,

“He is doing very well, still early for rejection, but damn,that is a good figure.” “Yeah, he should not reject it, as it is not organic, and that is part of why we have had rejections before.” “Talk me through this.” “When was the last time you heard of a hip replacement rejecting the part put in, or pins or staples in a body?” “Rarely.” “That is the secret of the heart. This one is early, and I am making better ones as I go along, but it is not organic, so rejection is less likely.” We talked some more about the heart and how it was made and how it beats.

I could hardly believe it—a zombie with a heartbeat. Magnus' pale gray eyes had softened, his whole being shifting closer to that of a living man. But deep down, I knew the truth. A zombie was still a zombie. No matter how many emotions or human traits he seemed to possess, his brain had long been dead. After I came into his life, Magnus rarely left my side. He seldom went out, always staying close to me.

They both huffed and snuggled into Carson stealing glances and sticking out their tongues. "They cannot stay apart". The whole family witnessed it from the living room and smiled at them. "Yeah. They are the heart, mind and soul of each other". And that was the ultimate truth. ----- Tabby