Be Still My Beating Heart Book Novels & Stories

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

I will move when the time is right. For now, I hold the memory of the beating, the smell of their breath, the weight of their boots. I hold Bailey’s last look in my heart like tinder. They can break my body. They can try to make me small. But they will not break the fire inside. Never.

Austin exclaimed, "Impossible! You're just doing this out of spite, aren't you? I know you get jealous all the time, and I get it. I'm sorry for what I did—" Before Austin could step closer to me, Richard shielded me and warned, "Please mind your actions, sir." A punch came flying from Austin's direction. "Who do you think you are, meddling between us? Maeve is the most loyal person I know. She's never even looked at other men all these years!

So after thinking about all that I felt like going to that room to finish what I had given myself permission to start. I tried to get out of bed, I had a lot of pain on the right side of my body. With my left hand I held that part of my body that hurt. I finally managed to get up. I walked slowly towards the door of the room. I was too disoriented, I did not understand where I was. After completely leaving my room and closing the door behind me, I kept walking until I found the first door. With sweaty hands I grabbed the lock, it slipped, I wiped my hand on the kind of robe I was wearing. I grabbed the lock again and turned it, very nervous. When I opened the door I found a man in his eighti

Lynette whispered, her voice so faint it barely stirred the air. It's true that at death’s door, people clung to life with everything they had, willing to trade anything just to breathe a little longer. That was how Lynette felt, as fear spread through her like poison, corroding her thoughts; her eyes felt empty like a lost lamb. The darkness of the room only festered it further. Darkness overwhelmed Lynette as exhaustion claimed her, and she lost consciousness. ‘ If only…’ ‎

He wanted this moment, when I chose to stay. Outside, daylight fully broke. I leaned back against the pillows, listening to two hearts beating steadily in sync, separated by a machine. It felt nice. At least this time, I wasn't needed. I was wanted, and I had chosen this too.

The air grew thick, charged with something quiet and electric. My heart started to race. "Isabella..." he whispered my name. My gaze dropped to his lips. And a thought, so sudden it was shocking, hit me with the force of a physical blow: I want to kiss him. The feeling took me by surprise. After Lorenzo, I thought I'd never feel a spark for any man again. But now... In that moment, I could almost hear the sound of ice cracking around my frozen heart.

“You hate Jasmine? How could you possibly hate Jasmine when she was the one who gave her heart to you?" She rose abruptly, and before the shocked eyes of everyone present, she reached out with a trembling hand and presented my death certificate. "You see this, Kendrick? Jasmine had given you her heart. You lived because of it, but she couldn't. Jasmine is dead now. You can't hate her—"

I muttered despite my increasing heartbeat that seemed so loud. I was surprised by the sudden possessive feeling. How long was I going to ignore the fluttering feeling I felt.

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.