Be Still My Heart Novels & Stories

Then my heart, my heart flutters. No...

I whispered. My heart was still trying to beat its way out of my chest.

she My mind sputters, and my heart skips a beat. “Excuse me?”

"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.

Like statues. Carson left Daniel's hand and slowly moved to Russell. He stood close to him looking him with blurry vision. But he instantly wiped his eyes. He had promised Daniel, no more tears. Russell was fine now. He held his hand softly observing him and slowly bend over his chest. He placed his ear on his heart and stayed there for a while. Daniel was looking at him. He was silent. He let Carson do anything he wanted to. After a while he stood straight and looked toward Daniel. "Its beating." His voice was no louder than a whisper.

I asked my heart as I placed my hand on the left side of my chest. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I could hear it beating repeatedly. The insane emotion made me shut my eyes. “Calm down. Calm down”. I took deep breaths and tried to make myself calm down, but it didn't work, causing me to open my eyes. “No, this won't do. I must meet him. I can't keep on waiting for him to come”. I said and stood up from the sofa, before making my way outside the house, where I saw him breaking his car's plate number.

The bones in his fingers snapped instantly, and blood started dripping everywhere. Still, the pain was nothing compared to the agony of his heart being torn apart. He dropped to his knees among the glass shards, clawing at his throat. Even breathing felt like a sin. Enzo had personally driven the woman he loved most into the depths of hell.

"Because my heart hurts." ‎

a month ago I was supposed to almost love him madly, but I can't feel all that anymore and I can't allow him to melt us both in a lot of pain, it hurts me too to see him suffer because of me, but what can I do about it? Hiroki is about to stand up to put things away and let me rest, I take him by the hand avoiding him to leave... "Please... stay" I beg him with my eyes, he knows I'm not talking about him staying physically, we already sleep in the same room... I'm talking... about him staying.... In my heart, to be with me when I need him, to stay and give me a hug, although he is not usually very expressive, he watches me... and although he always has that frown on his face and is cold on t

A jolt of something electric passes through me like I’ve touched a live wire. Pamela inhales sharply and I whole-heartedly take that as permission to continue. “Tell me not to,” I whisper, even though I don’t want her to. "I promise I'll stop and it will all end here." Do I mean that? Probably not. I don’t want it to end, this flutter in my chest that has been extinguished since Elsa passed away five years ago. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel human again. I can feel the blood flowing ... all the way to my groins.