Bash Heartstopper Novels & Stories

she rolled her eyes. Why did my heart stop beating? "There he is. Hey babe, come over here. Look who I found" She waved to someone behind me. Shit.

On the large and comfortable sofa of cool colors, Jessica watched the chaos in live streaming with a cold eye. Harrison called Flora's name loudly and hysterically. The doctors and nurses hurried over to lift Flora onto a stretcher and pushed it away... The besieging reporters also panicked. After all, no one wanted to kill anyone. Jessica turned off the live streaming with her slender and clean fingers, and took a sip of the warm black tea. Harrison was still as straightforward as he had been in her memory. In fact, he was not bad in nature.

I heard the door open and I saw my sister and the old doctor coming inside the room. "How are you feeling, Raina?" she asks, sweetly and her face was beaming as if she had some happy secret to tell. "Okay, a little headache only," I say, lowly with a frail voice. "Well, Raina your test says that your blood pressure shot up suddenly, that is why you passed out," she said and I looked blankly at her. "Raina, I must tell you that blood pressure shooting up is neither good for the baby nor for you," she says and my ears caught that one word she said.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

I retaliate by giving him simultaneous uppercuts before I give him a roundhouse kick. Bash recovers quickly then reaches for my neck with his bare hands and pins me to the wall. I wasn’t fast enough to avoid his move. One wrong movement and I know he’d snap my neck. “Why is she crying? Why is she in your home? Are you two fucking each other?” He rains me with questions while his eyes say he’s already thinking of several ways to kill me. “Bloody fuck, Bash. No! She just wants to learn about hybrids.”

Talking to Ashley I realized she has other siblings, twins to be precise, Aiden and Andrea but they're currently out of town. "Sorry, I'm late" a voice boomed and the chattering stopped briefly. The person had such an aura making me look up slowly. My eyes met with a handsome guy, he had a well built structure which was visible in the shirt he wore, his disheveled hair made him look hot and it was no other than the infamous Asher Black. I took a sharp breath as his eyes met mine, I know realize why girls are ready to go to any extent just to get attention from him, it should be a crime to be this good looking and he's a natural. I averted my eyes and turned to see Ashley giving me a weird s

“I know, but without the head injury stabilized, we can’t even begin to work on the rest.” “Okay,” Arisha said, her voice firm. “Let’s focus on the—” Suddenly, the high-pitched alarm from the heart monitor pierced the air. The sound was like a jolt of electricity, and everyone in the room froze. Arisha’s eyes shot to the screen, her breath catching in her throat. The heart rate’s plummeting. “What’s happening?” she shouted, leaning over the patient as the machine’s wail grew louder, signaling the dangerous drop in Bjorn’s heartbeat. “His heart’s stopping!”

“Bash has the power to read minds, sense danger, and occasionally knock someone out cold if he focuses his powers.” “Sometimes it seems like he can see when bad things happen to people as well,” I look away. “He drew a picture of that poor girl who was attacked last week at our borders. He had a panic attack that same day at school as if he was right there.” Slate gives my hand a little squeeze. When I turn to see him, his eyes look warm and full of love, not judgment. “What a huge burden to bear alone. I am so sorry, Cindy, that you didn’t have anyone to help you.”

The climate control, the soundproofing, the dedicated servers, and the monitoring pads—every single piece mattered. Mandy just assumed she'd finally found my weak spot. "What's wrong? Can't live without your penthouse suite?" She leaned down and gripped my chin. "Then you can just drop dead." I was being dragged out of the room when the rehab center's main control wall suddenly exploded in red alerts. [Primary frequency lost. Remote artificial heart sync failure. Emergency contact: Aiden Ziegler.] Mandy glanced at the wall. Then, without even batting an eye, she reached out and shut down the entire display with a quick flip of a switch.