Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

That animal could kill her and she's taking her chances. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system that gave her all the courage at that moment. It's the same alcohol that is was making her too emotional. She slowly pushed the door, counting her slow heartbeats. Isn't her heart meant to beat the other way? The door swung open itself and she stepped back in fear. But no one was at the door. Vera felt more courageous as she stepped into the room. There wasn't anything special or spectacular about the room. It was just bland but his scent strongly filled the room.

"That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood." She ground her heel into the red puddle, speaking with venom in every word. "I'd rather pour it out to water the flowers than give it to you." At that moment, Danielle felt her heart shatter, and even breathing became painful. The VIP room door slammed shut with a heavy thud, sealing Meghan and Taylor away from the chaos outside. Danielle stumbled back to Olivia's hospital room and cradled her cold body, tears falling onto her pale face. As despair slowly overwhelmed her, her phone screen lit up.

Hurray! Book one has finally ended and I am so excited. However, I am sorry to break your heart about the suspense. I know I left you hanging, but you can still find out what happened in BOOK TWO titled HEART OF THE HEARTLESS. It will come soon, and I will announce the date soon. For now, I need to focus and write my final exams and I promise you it's going to get better in book two. However, I did not end BOOK ONE because of the exams or school. This is how I wanted to end it to make up for a better BOOK TWO.

I simply grab the books, and nod, "I-" I lose words. My mouth closed like a fish. I nod again, "This way," I glance at the stack, "Do not forget the books please." I turn away, marching toward the shelves. My ears are burning, my heart is thumping. Selene help me. Help me And my vain little heart. ————————————————- To say I have not recovered would be an understatement. My hand rests on over my heart as I stare out the window, and hum down the chatter of the slaves around me.

The panic intensified as her mind gradually came back to reality. Boots clicked on the slippery, rocky ground, a crisp sound that stood out from the rhythmic dripping of water. Leila wondered whether it was Thorn who was walking towards her. But what she saw hurtled her into a thunderous stupor. The memories flooded back, and a cold rage smothered inside her.

Chapter 95 CAELUM My heart has never beat like this way before – so erratic and alive. I cannot fathom how such a small organ can beat so strong inside my chest without damaging my ribcage; thundering as though it were a hundred hooves barreling against my chest. It is a mystery; a wonderful one, to be able to commit into memory every sound she makes, every touch she delivers.

There is no beat. Or maybe, I can’t feel it because my own heart is beating too hard in my ears. My jaw clenches, and I grind my teeth so hard it sends a sharp pain shooting down my temples. My hands are trembling against her chest. I want to press down, to bring her back, but I can’t move. I… I have handled worse. I have watched blood spill like rivers, stood over corpses with eyes that would never close, and felt nothing. This is nothing. I can…I can still…do something.

My heart hammered against my chest in raging echoes that had blood pounding in my ears. “Who is there?!” I demanded, my words breaking with tremors. “Oh, God,” I whispered to myself. My erratic heartbeat and my unsteady breaths were testaments to the fact that I hadn't reeled from what just happened but the harsh gust of wind that blew the curtains fiercely, sending books flying in different directions made it clear that it didn't give a fuck about how I felt.