Novel & Cerita A Thousand Heartbeats Kiera Cass

❀° ┄───────╮ Sylphiette ╰───────┄ °❀ My heartbeat felt jarred in my chest as I skedaddled out of Cassius’s office, thundering so loudly it rang out in my head as though it were going to be ripped out of my chest. My hands glued against my chest, my breath raging out you’d think I was about to have a panic attack. And I collided against the wall to tame down my rash breathing and unsteady heart. But it wasn't because I felt fear.

Two separate rhythms layered over each other, over Lyra's slow beat. "Holy shit." Kaelin sat down hard on the floor. "That's—those are—" "Two hearts." Elira adjusted the cone, sound getting clearer. "Two separate heartbeats, both strong, both—" Kaelin made this sound like someone kicked her in the stomach, pressed both hands to her mouth. Her whole body started shaking. "Hey." Serna crouched next to her. "Hey it's good, this is GOOD news." "I know." Kaelin's voice came out strangled. "I know it's good, I just—"

“Because when Nyx arrives, she must see something that destroys her. Something that takes every shred of hope, every ounce of love she still clings to, and burns it alive.” My chest rumbled with a low laugh, though confusion still pressed at me. “And what would that be?” Kiera’s eyes burned as she whispered her venom. “I want her to see me and Caspian. Naked. Together. Wrapped around each other as if we were lovers. Let her walk in and watch her soul shatter.” For a moment, silence held me. Then slowly, my lips stretched wide, a cruel smirk cutting across my face. “Bold,” I murmured. “Dangerous, but effective.”

“I can’t explain it to you. Don’t ask me to. I can’t revisit the past now that you’re this close to me. I thought I could do it. I thought it would be easier if you were sleeping. But I…go, Kiera. Go now!” Kiera tried to scramble to her feet but her knees weakened and she hit the floor. She began crawling her way toward the door. She couldn’t look at him. Her heart wouldn’t allow her too. Once she reached the door, she stood and opened it. She expected it to be locked but the door opened easily. Her elbows were burning with carpet burns. She thought someone would jump at her but the corridor was empty. She started running as fast as she could toward the elevator. Her heart was pounding. The

" In a twisted exchange, Cassian cut me off before I finished my statement. But he didn't speak. Instead, his hand moved at lightening speed, and before I knew it, blood was spilling everywhere. I gasped in horror as I took a few steps back. In his hand,he held the still beating heart of the maid, who was now lifeless. For a second, I almost thought that it was a horrible nightmare. But it wasn't. It was real. He had actually snatched her heart from her chest so fast that I didn't even see it happen. And as I covered my mouth and stared at the scene in front of me in abysmal shock, Cassian went ahead and declared, "No man, woman or god that dares to take you away from me will survive long en

Isabella stood still for a second. Thinking. “…They’re afraid of him.” That wasn’t new. But what mattered Was how afraid. Because fear meant obedience. And obedience meant patterns. And patterns Could be broken. Later that night The mansion grew quiet again. But not silent. Never silent. Isabella stood near the door. The keycard now in her hand. Her pulse steady. Her breathing controlled. “This is just a test…” She slid the card gently along the lock panel. A pause. Then A soft beep.

Was she supposed to keep on living in this fear forever? One second… two, three… Kiara listened to her heartbeat, taking in a deep breath. When she looked up again, her heartbeat was steady, her nerves calming down, and the stiffness in her body relaxing gradually. The uncertainty was still there, yet, she found herself wandering back into his arms and wrapping her arms around him. His heartbeat was prominent in her ears as she rested her head on his chest. She felt numb inside, even in his embrace, but maybe it was time she let herself feel the warmth she’d been craving.

He is our technical heartbeat, the silent guardian of our new financial world. Cassandra, my fierce, resilient friend, manages the clean, public-facing financial structures of the foundation from Europe. Her loyalty is absolute. She sends us updates via coded messages hidden within publicly available financial news feeds—little nuggets of professional love, ensuring our capital remains untraceable and dedicated solely to its humanitarian mission. She is the Queen who survived the system and now helps us dismantle it.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

Every creak of the old floorboards beneath her felt like a scream. “He didn’t leave,” Cass said under her breath. “Men like that don’t vanish.” “No,” Leo agreed. “They reposition.” The sound came then—barely audible, but unmistakable. A scrape against metal. A subtle weight against the fire escape outside. Cass’s pulse spiked. She grabbed the nearest blade from her desk drawer, cold steel anchoring her as adrenaline surged. Leo’s eyes found hers in the gloom, wordless agreement passing between them. The lock on the window rattled.