Words That Rhyme With Heart

During the SAT exam, My sister and I both had an emergency at the same time. Overwhelmed by stress, I suffered a heart attack and was on the brink of death. Yet my mom, who was working as an invigilator that day, rushed to tend to my sister—who only had a stomach ache—without a second thought. I begged her to save me. But she kicked me away fiercely. “Can’t you pick the right time to put on a show for attention? If you ruin your sister’s grades, I’ll beat you to death, you beast!” Later, I failed to respond to resuscitation and died in the hospital. Mom collapsed overnight.

Tiffany's soul hovered overhead. She watched them rip her heart out—still dripping—and stuff it into a cooler. Destination? Velmont City, Dalvona. For the same girl who'd sold her to traffickers in Nyamara. Outside the OR, Hector stood there, eyes all soft. His assistant called. "Mr. Coxon, we've located Ms. Talwyn. Want me to send someone?" Hector didn't blink. "Don't bother. A girl like that deserves to die." The surgical light flipped green. A doctor strolled out. "Congrats, Mr. Coxon. Surgery went smooth. Ms. Pusey and the baby are doing great!" Hector started crying happy tears. This was the man she had loved for ten years.

Hiraya's been cheated on by her boyfriend, Klaude, and her sister, Imori. As soon as her friends knew that she's broken, they took Hiraya to a bar to enjoy. But Hiraya doesn't seem to enjoy it, so her friends dared her to kiss a random guy in exchange for money. Hiraya immediately accepted the dare and kissed a guy—the guy named Yasmir Sierra, the president of Sierra Hospital, where she was working as an intern nurse. Their paths cross again, and Yasmir appoints her as her secretary. Hiraya's dares her to make Yasmir fall in love with her and leaves him as soon as Yasmir falls, in exchange for a full scholarship to medical school in Canada. Will Hiraya rise and accept the dare to make the doctor fall in love with her? Or will Yasmir cure her heart instead?

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

My husband is the perfect doctor… or so everyone thinks. However, he delays the critical treatment of an accident patient so he can accompany his first love's son. Later, he even secretly switches out a patient's medication and watches as she dies from the pain. That way, he can take her heart and perform a heart transplant for his first love's son. What he doesn't know is that the patient whose heart he's taken is his daughter's. She's disfigured in an accident after her treatment is delayed. He calls her family's phone number, hoping they'll agree to donate her body to contribute to the medical field. That's when he hears my phone ring.

Today is my wedding day. When we reach the ring-swapping ceremony, my wife, Ariana Holmes, suspends the ceremony for three minutes, simply because a man has barged into the venue. He glares at Ariana darkly. "Ariana Holmes, you've tattooed my heart on your chest, yet now you're marrying another man? Are you forcing me to carve my heart out of your body?" As soon as his words fall, he lifted the blade in his hand. Realization dawns on me. It turns out that the heart tattooed on Ariana's chest isn't mine, but rather, her first love's. At that moment, Ariana, who was all docile and quiet earlier, shudders violently. She slides the ring onto my finger haphazardly before rushing toward Ivan Hatfield. "What the hell do you want from me, Ivan?"

" I know I love him but i can't tolerate him stepping on my pride!" Clarita shouted with disgust as she threw her school bag away!. Clarita, a high Schooler who had never fall in love with anyone in her eighteen years of life finally fell in love with their school hunk. she was a beauty but still a lower class to the high school hunk, Nelson. Nelson was an extremely cold type and he would hardly smile to anyone... in fact, his smile was rarer than golds!. Things fell apart for Clarita and she had to live with Nelson's parents for a while and that was when She finally realized how much she truly loved Nelson. Love Cramps is about the silly heart of Clarita and the hidden warm heart of Nelson!.

James Wesley has hated me for a decade after his childhood sweetheart passed away. He requests to be transferred to the frontier the day after we get married. I write him countless letters in those ten years to win back his favor, but his response is always the same. "If you truly regret it, why don't you hurry up and die?" However, after I am abducted, James storms the bandit's hideout by himself and saves me. He suffers multiple bullet wounds, but before he succumbs to his injuries, he uses the last of his strength to slap my hands away. "The thing I regret the most… in this life… is marrying you. If we get a second chance at life… please… don't bother me anymore." His mother, Felicia Axford, sounds regretful during the funeral. "It's all my fault, James. I shouldn't have forced you to marry her…" His father, Jeremiah Wesley, stares at me, his eyes burning with contempt. "You forced Emily to take her own life, and now you also caused my son's death. You're nothing but trouble, so you should just die!" Even Xavier Bowen, our troop commander, who was responsible for facilitating our marriage in the first place, shakes his head and sighs. "I shouldn't have played matchmaker. I let you down, Mr. Wesley." Everyone feels sympathetic toward James, including me. On the night I am discharged from the troop, I swallow some pesticide and die in the middle of an abandoned field. When I open my eyes again, I realize I have returned to the day before my marriage. This time, I am determined to fulfill everyone's wishes.

Dark romance" (18+) " "It's fucking driving me insane thinking that my seed are growing inside you." ______________________ Vincent, a man shrouded in mystery, powerful, and dangerous with a stone carved face impossible to read. The city trembled at the mention of his name. Vincent Sullivan, the enigmatic and feared businessman, and a mafia boss, whose empire was built on shadows and secrets. Aria is a young woman, with innocence and purity in her heart. Aria lives a simple life with her mother, finding happiness in the small life moments. She doesn't need riches to live happily; she only has a steady job to support them both. Her heart craves peace and a life free from excess. For her, true joy lies in peace, not in chasing wealth. Then everything fell apart. A contract. A marriage. And a man who felt less human and more like a shadow. A contract heavy with conditions. When Aria's innocence collides with Vincent's dark obsession, her peaceful world crashes. A manipulator consumed by his need to possess her, he craves her purity with a hunger he can't control. This book contains:- - Mature content - Vulgar language

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.