Novel & Cerita Ascending Hearts

I saw it. The heartbeat. Fast and furious and alive. Something cracked inside my chest. Something I'd been holding together since the moment I signed that contract. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. I didn't wipe them away. "The heartbeat is strong," Dr. Hayes said. "Faster than typical for four weeks, but —" She tilted her head. "But there's something else." "What?" Kael's voice was rough. Dr. Hayes zoomed in. The image blurred, then sharpened.

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

The marble beneath my boots was no longer just humming. It was palpitating. In a human patient, a rapidly accelerating, irregular heartbeat is classified as tachycardia. It is a sign that the body is under extreme stress, fighting to pump oxygen to a system that is suddenly demanding more power than the heart can comfortably supply. But this was not a human patient. This was a tectonic plate, and the sheer volume of biological weight we had just introduced to the Palace was acting like a massive dose of adrenaline.

I felt a jolt in my chest, the tiniest flare of joy and vindication. Cherry leaned against the counter beside me, wiping her hands on her apron. “See? You’ve got magic in your hands,” she said quietly, almost to herself. I glanced at Crest. He was watching me again, that quiet, steady look in his eyes. There was something unspoken there, pride, admiration, maybe even love, though he had not said it aloud. I felt my chest tighten at the weight of it, and for a moment, I let myself just breathe it all in. The smells, the sounds, the warmth, the energy, the people. Cherry saw the brief exchange between me and Crest.

And all I was left with was the echo of the door slamming and the dull ache spreading through my chest. I sat up slowly, the soft sheets dragging against my bare skin. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his presence—my thighs still trembling from his possession, my lips swollen from his kisses, my heart racing like it didn’t know whether to break or beat for him. He saw the call. Nick’s call. And the messages. My messages. My chest tightened painfully.

The door to Damien’s office creaked open, its sound loudly heard in the stillness of the moment. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid sound of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch—an attempt to maintain her composure in the presence of the man who now held her future in his hands.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

"Not simply to reduce whatever consequences I'm facing myself. Because I understand now, completely, that my own anger was exploited by people who never actually cared whether my grievance was legitimate." Marcus listened to this entire painful confession with the same careful, patient attention he brought to everything genuinely significant in his life. "I'm not going to pretend this doesn't frighten me," Marcus said finally. "What you did terrified my wife and my son. I need you to understand that clearly, before we discuss anything else." "I understand," Robert said quietly. "But I also understand desperation," Marcus continued. "I understand how desperation can push people toward choices

I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed. " I was thinking we should go to the club when I come back" he said making me smile, the club is like his home "Well, I'm really exhausted man I don't think I'll have the time next week" I said " What is wrong, did you just reject my offer of going to the club? something is definitely wrong so speak up, has a girl captured your heart already ? " Ace asked and I would have laughed in his face if I did not feel attacked right now.

He knew this could happen, as well. Now that the door was open to her memories, they would flood her and not bring all the good memories that would help her but the bad ones too. He moved closer and kissed her forehead as he softly said her name. She finally woke up and felt the tears that were streaming down her face. She glanced up and touched his face as she was trying to convince herself that he was not a dream, and he was really there. “Sweetheart, it is okay. I am here.” Garrett said softly, and then she sighed as the waves of emotions were rolling around her.