Bash Heartstopper Novels & Stories

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

Garett said. “I see that,” Sara replied. “It is because the software is out of date and not updated, but I thought it would be better than trying to use a newer computer that might not be able to read the files,” Garrett said as he squeezed her hand in his. “I know.” She said as she tried to smile as they waited for something to be on the screen. The same feeling of waiting for some news like when she was in the hospital, and no one would tell her what was going on. This was going to take a few minutes, she kept telling herself. This was going to be something that could help her get free of all the demons around her.

"Y-Yeah." He returned back the smile before looking down at the broken glass. "Oh, such a mess." He whispered. I took in deep breaths to calm my erratic heartbeat before backing away and sitting down on the staircase. I had no idea why they all were even here, this just seemed more confusing now. I saw Seth tapping something on a black tablet-like device with Caden on his right. On the other hand, Shane was busy admiring the candle stand. "You look a bit shaken." Adrian spoke up before sitting down beside me.

He dropped to his knees and grabbed my hand, the one hanging limp at my side, the fingers cold and stiff as stone. He pressed down frantically on the wound at my wrist, as though he could somehow force the dried blood back in. "Get the first aid kit! Now!" His voice cracked, barely recognizable. "We can still restart her. One adrenaline injection, and the heart can still jump back. This is just shock. First-stage shock. We ran simulations with exactly this scenario." He squeezed my wrist so hard the bones creaked, treating my body like a crashed computer, like all he had to do was find the right button and restart me.

Beware! All Hearts !!

"Her bp is dropping!!!" "What?" "We are losing her!" "No no no!!! I'm going to do CPR! Prepare the diff! One...two...three...four...!" "It is not working Esth!" "No! We will save her!!! Charged the diff! 200! Clear!" "Esther stop it!" "No! Scalpel I will open her and do the heart hand massage! Give me that damn scalpel!!!" "Esth!!! Esth!!! Esther!!!!! Look, hmmm her heartbeat stops just 10 minutes ago! So please stop...we lose her..."

he choked out, his silver eyes fixed on me. In medicine, when a heart enters a fatal rhythm, you don't try to soothe it. You don't try to join the erratic beats. You shock it. You introduce a massive, singular disruption to force the system to reset. I looked at my children: my beautiful, broken trinity. I didn't reach for their hands. I didn't complete the circle. Instead, I drove the silver dagger not into my palm, but into the floorboards at the foot of the bed, right through the shadow vines that were feeding Isabella's magic.

We sat in the cramped, red-lit cabin, listening to the hum of the engine. "The Heart is a physical machine," Ghost explained as he steered. "It’s hidden beneath the Oval Office. It’s a giant crystal made of nanotech. It vibrates at a frequency that matches the human heart. That’s how he controls them." "How do we stop it?" I asked. "We don't just stop it," Mom said. She looked at me, her blue wires glowing in the dark. "We have to reverse it. We have to use a different code. A code that breaks the rhythm."

He had always been proud and cold, always the one standing above everyone, giving orders. But now, he was crying like a child who'd been kicked out of his own home. If this were the past, my heart would have immediately softened. I would have rushed to hold him. But now, I felt like I was watching the end of a pathetic play. Once the curtain falls, it's over. My heart was calm, untouched. People are like that. When you hold something in your hand, you toss it around carelessly. Only when it's thrown away do you realize you want to pick it back up.