Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

I lean into him, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, the most important contract of all. "We traded the lie for the Contract of Forever," he murmurs, his voice resonating with deep, settled certainty. "And now, we write the next chapter," I reply, my hand resting on his arm. "Just us, and the sea."

Unable to move or say another word again, I allowed the comforting and caressing hand of Aiden to give me the little strength that I needed. "You will be fine my love. I won't let anything bad happen to you. I won't let you die. You are stuck with me forever because you are mine and mine alone. You are the reason my heart is beating again Mia. If I lose you, my heart will die along with you." I began to cry again. He lifted me up and laid me back on the bed so the doctor could check what was wrong. I was already immune to the pain I was feeling from the cut on my belly but the pain in my heart was consuming and overwhelming.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

His eyes on my face the entire way. He reached for me when I was close enough. His hand on the back of my neck. Pulling my forehead against his chest. The leather of his jacket cold from the bookstore air. His heartbeat underneath – steady, the same beat I’d fallen asleep to a thousand times. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I. The book was written. The reading was done. The story was on a shelf where anyone could find it and carry it home and feel less alone at 2 AM.

I’m Remy Vale. And I’m carrying two hearts the world tried to erase. And they’re still beating. ---

In a daze, I staggered out and collapsed into someone's arms just as I was about to faint downstairs. When I woke up again, I saw Gideon. My injuries had already been treated. "Jovienne, don't you want to know the truth?" Gideon handed me a folder. "I'm the Maverick Quincey kept talking about. Quincey loves daffodils the most. She says people should only love themselves. She has a mole on her chest—" "Stop," I cut him off as I shut my eyes. I knew there was no way Gideon could know Quincey that intimately.

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."

The steady beat of his heart echoed against my chest, sending a quiet warmth through me. ​

We sat in silence then, the only sounds the hum of water through the pipes and the frantic beating of my heart. Inside me, bean kicked hard against my ribs, almost like they were answering Clara’s words. I pressed my hand over the spot, whispering brokenly, “He’ll come back. Always.” And I prayed I wasn’t lying to my own child. END OF CHAPTER 56

Then I woke up,Gasping Sweating. Panting like I had run miles. The room was dark. Quiet. Still. But my heart… My heart was racing wildly, recklessly, dangerously. I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to calm the storm inside me. What was happening to me? To be continued *****