Bash Heartstopper Novels & Stories

I couldn't bear to sentence her to a life of darkness, immortality, and sorrow. Bash’s presence, even if I didn’t want to admit it, gave me some peace of mind regardless of where we were standing now. He approached me slightly and grabbed my hands, leading them to his chest. I felt his heart pounding. His blue eyes, like the swirling sea, stared at me as if trying to penetrate my thoughts.

he whispered near my ears as his forehead dropped against mine and my blubbering eyes meeting his own dark wet pairs. “Simon…, “Shhh…” he shook his head as he closed his eyes. “Talking about the BREAK was the worst mistake, Ella, I should have done something better than that. I’m not doing that again and bearing with those craps of my mother. It has been always you in my heart Ella, always. From the day I first saw you, the day you stepped into my life and I’m not letting you go. And my mother better knows that all.” I stilled when he dipped his head fully alert what his next move going to be, “Don’t, please. You need to go.”

I just close my eyes and rest my hand on my chest. Heartbeat: faint. But steady. I’m still here.

Goodnight. < Thank you. > "Are you serious? That jerk said that?" I heard Hannah yell as she burst into my room as soon as I put my phone away. I stood up from the floor, walked up to the sliding door, pulled the curtains closed, and then turned back to her. "Do you want me to finish Alfred off at his penthouse?" I shook my head, walking back to my bed. I picked up my phone and handed it to her. "I have to move on to plan B. Since breaking his heart won't hurt as much as it's supposed to," I sighed.

BASH "Bash, stop." Hana tried to smack my hand away, burying her head in the hole of my neck. "One more," I breathed, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She held my hand, trying to pull it away, "Enough," She panted. As if I would listen. "Hush, Bee."

“I’m going to see Shantal. She can’t die. How could she be dead?” The patient’s heart had stopped beating... The patient’s heart had stopped beating... Capp. The patient’s heart had stopped beating... That sentence was like a knife slicing into her heart repeatedly. Ullysis pushed Wilma aside when she tried to support him. He ran out of the house. There was a deep pain that penetrated to his core and radiated from his limbs.

This was someone who knew the Heart, knew how it worked, and understood how to break it if necessary. That frightened Adrian more than anything outside. The panel flickered, rejecting his initial command. He tried again, forcing full root access. The machine groaned, then conceded, the lights shifting from red to a shaky gold. “I’ve got partial control,” he said, glancing at Mara. “But the stabilizers are oscillating. If it keeps climbing like this, the Heart might trigger a shutdown sequence.” Rhea’s expression tightened. “Or an uncontrolled burst.” Adrian turned to her. “How bad would that be?”