Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

"I promise it will all be over soon. Aella" "Okay." I leave Jake alone, making my way to the room. My heart is beating so fast, that I fear it might fall out of my chest. I am not good at waiting, but I will try. I tried to read a book, but my mind kept racing, I tried yoga but ended up hurting my already injured arm. I finally gave up and decided to force myself to sleep.

I could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath me—strong, sure. “I feel the same,” I whispered. “With you, I’m not afraid anymore.” To be continued...

CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART ~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart.

I heard the rhythm of my own heartbeat pounding against my skull. This changes everything.

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.

Placing my right hand over my chest,i could feel my heart erratically pounding against my chest - almost as if it couldn't wait to explode and burst into tiny pieces. For some reason, the idea of my heart going Kaboom!!, gave me more peace than everything else. Closing my eyes, i listened to the wailing - it had been going on for hours now,ever since she and her daughter had come over to claim his body. Her health was going to deteriorate at this point. I dragged my heavy feet, unsure of how i had stood up from the cold steel chair. Holding the warm cup as i approached her, she couldn't go on like this. It really wasn't doing her any good.

Tyler felt himself getting pushed to the side, away from the man’s heart, which lay unmoving beneath his palm, pulsating weakly, threatening to break free any minute now. The man struggled to breathe beneath him, but Tyler wasn’t about to let go. He needed to keep the hunter where he could hear his heart beat. Tyler closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of rushing blood in his ears and concentrating solely on the hunter’s heartbeat. It beat strongly in his ears, a constant and soothing rhythm that he wanted to capture forever and imprint deep into his memory. The beating gave him courage. He lifted his other hand above his head, ready to crush his enemy’s skull.

Slowly, I move my hand to my chest, and they both beat in the same rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. They beat the same way, with the same sync and rhythm, and it finally dawns on me. Her heart beats for me. And me alone.

His fingers unfurled allowing me to intertwine my fingers with his. I shifted gently, easing my head onto his chest, where I could hear his heart pounding frenetically. It felt like a desperate Morse code against my ear, an intimate indicator of the battle he was waging within himself. His heart rhythm reverberated through my ear, a frenzied tempo that matched the palpable tension in the room. Each beat was a pulse of raw emotion, a stark contrast to the stoic mask he wore. "Clay," I murmured softly, "calm down, please. Do it for me. Please." My voice was a mere wisp, barely louder than the erratic drumming of his heart, but loaded with an urgency that I hoped he'd feel as deeply as I did.

Like statues. Carson left Daniel's hand and slowly moved to Russell. He stood close to him looking him with blurry vision. But he instantly wiped his eyes. He had promised Daniel, no more tears. Russell was fine now. He held his hand softly observing him and slowly bend over his chest. He placed his ear on his heart and stayed there for a while. Daniel was looking at him. He was silent. He let Carson do anything he wanted to. After a while he stood straight and looked toward Daniel. "Its beating." His voice was no louder than a whisper.