Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

I looked at the gold static still dancing on my son's palms. "And we're not done until she's ash." Leo looked up at the pulsing heart, his fingers clenching the obsidian fabric of my blazer. "Mommy..." Leo whispered. "The heart stopped calling. But it's still beating. Why is it still beating?" I gripped my blade, my eyes turning a lethal gold. "Because we haven't cut it out yet."

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

She put her hand flat on his chest over his heart, the way she had done in the players' area when he had a dead leg and the world had not ended, and she felt the heartbeat she had fallen asleep to for four years, steady and unhurried, the heartbeat of a man who was completely himself, which was the heartbeat she had chosen and kept choosing every morning when the alarm went off and the choice was simply to stay. She stayed. He was glad. She was glad. That was all of it. End of chapter 91

It felt like my bones were breaking and reforming and breaking again and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears except it wasn't my heartbeat because it was too slow and too steady and when I focused on it I realized with a jolt that it was Ace's heartbeat. How was that possible and how could I hear his heart when I could barely hear my own thoughts over the roaring in my head.

She kept smiling happily, resting her head on his hard, warm chest. When Aurora smiled with her heart beating happily, Darius was busy plotting evil plans in his mind. During this week, he kept seducing her with his charms. He treated her gently, was kind to her, cared about her. He made her heart melt and flutter. He made her love him like crazy.

Kiara One heartbeat didn’t belong. Then two. Then five. The moment I slammed the sanctum door shut behind me, those heartbeats echoed in my ears like war drums. Not loud but sharp, rhythmic, and wrong. Each one pulsed out of tune, out of time. Foreign. Unwelcome. Unnatural. There were thirteen. My boots struck stone with every step, each footfall reverberating louder than the last as I tore through the palace’s underbelly. My chest burned from cold air and raw exertion, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Put it on speaker. And my heart was beating a mile a minute.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

Agad kaming pumasok sa books store ng makarating kami dito naging busy siya sa pag hahanap ng libro habang sumusunod ako sa kanya ng may makitang akong libro na pumukaw sa atensyon ko agad kong kinuha ito. The day she said good night ang tittle nito by: owwSic yes I'm a wattpader to, but I really hate owwSic mamatay character kasi siya lahat ng favorite character ko sa story niya pinapatay niya pag ito nakita ko in personal baka masakal ko siya, charot crush ko lang talaga siya. Binalik ko yun sa dating pwesto at tumingin ng iba yung maganda at mabait yung author ung hindi sasaktan ang bida at happy ending.

No matter what, always be there when she looks back. ... Page after page, he read each note out loud. When he reached the last one, he let out a quiet chuckle. "Yara, winning your heart was so hard. Good thing I never gave up." The way he looked at her—serious, certain—caught her off guard. He really had done all this for her. If she hadn't heard him say those words herself, she might've believed it. Might've thought the Mateo standing in front of her wasn't the same man who had spent years loving someone else behind her back.