Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

“I’ll ask her to use her brain while she’s recuperating to see if there isn’t a way of flushing all of them out. And that includes Rhodes. His comeuppance is way overdue.” “Are you intending to take an active part in the club?” “Yeah. I must. But I won’t be unfaithful. Not until I know for sure. It happened when we were back at Still Water. Thaddeus howled the way I wanted to as I clutched my chest, relieved no-one could see me like this. Her scent was everywhere in the room and now there was pain accompanying it. My room didn’t seem big enough to contain me, though I did my best not to shift and tear the place apart.

Asher I woke up sweating profusely and my heart beating really hard and fast. I was so scared and it felt like I was having a heart attack. I wasn’t sick before going to bed but the dream I had was so scary and it just did a lot of things to my mental heart.

My skin pulses where the links rest, and I picture the heat sinking in, memorizing me. My heart does something unexpected. It slows. Not because I am calm, not because I am brave. It slows because panic wastes oxygen and I am done wasting anything. Each beat spaces itself out, polite, patient. I count without trying. The room sharpens around that rhythm. Dust on the shelf. A crack in the wall that looks like a river on a map. His breathing somewhere behind me, heavier than he thinks.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

“ Stop right there you b****.’ The Beating of my heart doesn't seem to go back to normal. I am paralyzed with fear. I have never done something like this. Not even with Brian. I'm never going to get used to standing against a warrior or anyone in particular. I know nothing but to obey and to submit.

The Heart That Didn't Beat The morning after her conversation with Silas, Nell woke up hungry. Not for food. For something else. Something she couldn't name. She sat up in bed and pressed her palm to her chest. Her heart was beating. Thump. Thump. Thump. Normal. Human. Safe. But something felt wrong. She pressed harder. Thump. Thump. Nothing. Nell froze. She pressed again. Harder. Her palm flat against her ribs.

The steady pulse in my chest matched my life. It faltered once. Now it's beating forward.

KIVA I stared up at him, unable to look away. "The only reason I didn't completely lose my goddamn mind when everything started falling apart…" He tapped his chest once, right over his heart. "Was you." Another tap. "This." His voice broke on the last word. "This thing only beats for you." I placed my hand over his where it rested against his chest. "Only you." He pressed my hand harder against him. "You give it life." I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, strong and fast and unmistakably alive. My eyes filled completely, spilling over.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.