Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

I’ll think about getting upset later. I got up from the floor and dusted my clothes before I started walking back on the way to the library, ignoring the stares of the people who just saw the whole thing unfold. The library’s appearance was just exactly the same as when I left earlier. The brown long table in front of the librarian’s cubicle was empty, compared to the back tables behind the tall bookshelves that were so full.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

I could hear the faint, steady beat of his heart; it called to me and pulled me closer. “The only thing I want is you! Nothing else matters! Not a title, nothing but you! Why are you asking this?” His eyes swept over my face, searching for the answer. “It feels different here than I thought it would. I thought I'd hate this place like I hated it from home, but I don't. Your room,” I said, looking away from him and letting my eyes scan his room. “It's you… It's like the piece of you that was missing, but I didn't realize it was missing. It's everything you were before I met you. It's everything you were before we got together. This room feels like home, because it's you,” I said, allowing my

The world tilted. The floor pressed cold against my palms. My breath shook in shallow bursts as the warmth inside me curled into something sharper. I shut my eyes, trying to steady myself, trying to breathe through the pounding of my own heart. It wasn’t enough. The pulse ringing in my ears grew louder. A rhythmic echo that wasn’t mine. Beat. Beat. Beat. Avel’s heartbeat. Far away. Too far. My body tried to reach for it. I curled in on myself instead, trembling.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** My eyes opened, my heart was beating fast. Breathe, I can still breathe. Wait, wait a minute. I'm breathing and my heart is beating fast? Since when did my heart beat? I looked up at the white ceiling and felt a small sting on my wrist. It hurts. And I feel crushed all over my body. I blinked my eyes again many times, and I realized my surroundings. I'm still alive.

My heartbeat pounds like war drums and ghost claws to break free. It is time to show the little human exactly why she should not be here.

yeah. "Today's Sunday? Oh My God! " She was shocked. "I swear I only stayed there for like a day." She was sort of whispering to herself now, but Kendrick didn't understand what she was saying. "Tell me." She looks up at Kendrick with pleading eyes. "Er... tell you what?" "Tell me what happened. Tell me what's in my hospital file or whatever. How bad was the situation?" "Er... pretty bad. You were, err…I want to say, almost dead because they said your heart rate was acting up, and they wanted to take a closer look at you."

Not because I’m bracing for the next blow, the next disappointment, the next inevitable hurt. No—this is something else. Something unfamiliar, yet achingly familiar all the same. It beats like it used to, like it did before the world taught me to be afraid of my own feelings. A steady, insistent rhythm, drumming against my ribs, so loud, so consuming, I wonder if he can hear it too.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.