Bash Heartstopper Novels & Stories

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."

Focus you idiot. All I need is one good uppercut. We dance around for what seems like eternity. I look at the clock, we have 3 minutes left to finish this before the clock runs out. I throw out my fake, dodge his, and land the uppercut I need to take him out. He lands hard on his back and hits his head on the floor. The sound of cheering perforates my focus as I watch the ref call the fight. The Beast accepts defeat from the floor, and I’m announced the winner. Everyone goes wild. I look around for Harley but she’s nowhere to be seen. Great.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath warm on my face. I gasped, my hands coming up to brace against his chest, to push him away, but he covered them with his own, holding them there, right over his heart. I could feel its frantic, heavy rhythm. “Jax—” “Elliot,” he whispered my name, and it sounded like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Get away from me,” I said, but the words had no force. They were a reflex, the last defense of a heart that knew it was already lost.

The blade was still in his chest. "Isabella, look at me," Dante cupped my face. "Don't look at him." I nodded, but my body began to shake uncontrollably. Fear, rage, and a profound sense of relief washed over me, leaving me breathless. "I want to go home..." my voice was small. "We're going home now," Dante held me tighter. "Right now..." My vision blurred, and my body felt heavy. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Dante calling my name.

He doesn’t need to. My fists curl so tight that my nails dig into my palms. That’s not an option. Just as I turn, ready to put my fist through the nearest wall, something on the screen stops me cold. The drugstore’s interior feed. My gaze locks onto the top-left monitor, where Aurora had been standing just minutes ago, scanning the shelves with intense focus. The same shelves she had reached toward before her world shifted in the blink of an eye. A sick feeling creeps into my chest.

He understood. I kept going, voice low, steady, and clinical. “A nick to the carotid artery, so small it takes minutes before you realize you’re bleeding out. A dose of potassium chloride—stops the heart instantly, and unless you’re looking for it, the autopsy reads cardiac arrest. Or, if I’m feeling merciful, just a few milliliters of air, slipped right into a vein. Harmless if it’s in the muscle. Fatal if it reaches the heart. You’d be dead before you even knew what hit you.” The table went silent.

Raised voices and hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and before I could grasp what was happening, the door burst open. Bella stormed in, her face contorted with rage, and her eyes blazing with fury. The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of triumphant empowerment to a tense confrontation. Sophie stood by my side, a protective presence, ready to shield me from whatever storm awaited, while Alex, tried to calm her down, but all attempts were futile.

"How can you be so-" "Before you can give me a long lecture about how careless I am. You should know that I'm suffering from a serious heartbreak caused by you and it made me not concentrate in everything so I took a wrong step when I was going down the stairs causing me to fall down. So.. I'm not careless, it's just I can't handle the heartbreak." I gave him a lot speech. "So you're blaming it on me?" Noah pointed at himself and the two nurses beside me chuckling secretly.

Before I could unleash a comeback, Ms. Lockhart burst out of the ER, her face pale and tight. "Did you get him?" I just shook my head. She muttered, "Doctor Dover is the worst." "Ms. Lockhart!" someone shouted from inside. "The patient's heart has stopped! Get the defibrillator!" The words slammed into me like a brick. Her heart stopped? I froze, my mind blanking out for a second. But then, adrenaline kicked in.

when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand. " What is that for " I asked him, something wasn't feeling right and I had no idea what it could possibly be. " It's an injection for her heart, it is under strain and we suspect she might experience heart failure " why was it the first time I'm hearing about this. " Why wasn't I informed, if that was the case " I asked him before he could answer the doorbell rang it must be Hillary I had been expecting her.