Anxious Hearts Novels & Stories

heavy. An unexplainable dread began to creep into me, my heart hammered through my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, overwhelming silence of the room. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to yell, to demand answers, to shake off this terrible feeling, but I was rooted to the spot, listening only to the frantic pounding of my own heart. The bathroom door was a solid barrier, and behind it, secrets I didn't want to uncover.

I say while removing the covers off my body. I go downstairs. I found my mum seating on the sofa in the living room, screaming while speaking on the phone whit someone, she seems a little off today, Since the morning she had been shouting all day, I thought she needs some space so I didn't ask her anything. Maybe she is stressed because of work. After a few seconds, she hangs up with whomever she was speaking to. "Ana... Look there's something you need to know, " She said while looking at me. I stayed quiet for a little bit, waiting for her to continue even though I have this bad feeling that makes me feel that whatever she is going to tell me is not good. she cleared her throat " um... look

The silent rooms echoed his worry, intensifying the weight of his concern. Ashier's hands trembled with anxiety as he continued to open door after door, his heart pounding in his chest. The fear of what might have happened to Blair gnawed at him, tormenting his thoughts and clouding his judgment. His eyes darted around, scanning every corner, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of her, to see her safe and sound.

My heart pounded hard as I watched them wheel my wife into the emergency room. A big red stain stood out on my shirt, a reminder of the chaos inside me. My hands shook so much I couldn't hide it. Even though I tried to calm down, anxiety gripped me tighter and tighter. I tried to breathe steadily, but it felt like my lungs were fighting against me. Her scared and pained face kept coming back to me, haunting my thoughts. I was so worried about her and our little one, Baby Butchi.

Of those days, I lived this lifestyle as a routine. That beating heart races again, speeding up as my own anxiety speeds. Thudump, thudump, thudump. It's a repeat I've motion, accompanied by the whooshing of blood. It sounds so near yet seems so far away... I wonder who belongs to the strange fast, beating heart. Are they as scared as I am? Is this their first time?? Hello? I call through mind-link. I wait for a response, and despite their heart racing just a little more, seemingly out of excitement, I don't get an answer.

KHLOE HOW could we explain how her heart was fleeing when she was unaware of it herself. There was nothing that could describe this way was feeling. Anxiousness? most definitely no. This had nothing to do with mere words, it was more about feelings . It was more about feelings between two hearts beating fast at the same pace wanting the same thing, two hearts beating as one. Khloe placed her palm on her imaginary heart as she tried to catch her breath and most probably calm down her heart that was racing at an incredible speed.

But those who had helped him get here. And who no longer needed to touch him. Because they didn't have to. He was carrying himself now. The hallway before the ring was cool, dim, heavy with a dull, pulsing anticipation. The rubber floor swallowed every step in silence, yet it seemed like every step under Lennox Graves' soles echoed—not outside, but within. His heart didn't beat faster. But harder. Each thump was a command to his body: this is the minute. The arena doors opened slowly ahead of them.

Not for herself, but for a little girl who'd lost half her world when her mother died, and would likely lose the other half if Elijah went after the Hawthornes like he'd threatened. "Let's get some sleep," Austin said, effectively shutting down any further talks of leaving the family. Terrified, torn, and everything in between, Marybeth rolled away from him and pulled the covers to her chin, thinking about the human heart. She'd read somewhere that the average human heart beats at least a hundred thousand times a day. How much anger, terror and worry can it take before it decides to give out and completely shut down?

Something older and harder and far more terrifying. A beginning.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,