Beating Hearts Book Novels & Stories

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.

I was too busy panicking about the kiss to feel anything. Ever since I kissed Byron, my heart had been sent into an overdrive. It was racing manically and I couldn't tell if it was my body's reaction to him or a symptom of my heart disease. Byron helped me into the car. My heart didn't seem to be calming down soon. It definitely was a symptom. "Are you okay?" I heard Byron ask. He sounded so far away. "Yes." I replied, looking out the window in an attempt to hide my tears. My hands started trembling.

His heart beat in my ear, rhythmic and soothing. "I can hear your heart beat," I whispered. "It beats for you. It always has," he whispered back. I smiled, closing my eyes and simply enjoying being with the love of my life. Dean's heart pulsed, my own heart matching his mesmerizing rhythm as I drifted off to sleep.

And I am going to seize every minute of the day so I would not have any regrets in the end. I put my attention back to the book that I was reading. I did not even notice that my mind is fleeting again. So much for not thinking about unnecessary things. And look at that, what are the odds that of all the hundreds of books here in the room, my hand would have pulled something about vampires?

I was in despair and yet to wrap my head around the knowledge that Anny had left my life. When the door still didn’t produce her voice, I stopped hitting it. I took several deep calming breaths, then turned the handle and entered. I don’t know how I was still shocked to see what I already knew, but I was. My heart doinked into my belly again, but this time it was as if the walls of my intestines were contracting, squeezing the blood flow and the life out of me.

She smiled and cheered out, and | smiled to myself and faced the beast. The bell rung and | shifted from foot to foot, holding my hands in front of my face. The crowd went silent and all | could hear the breaths of my opponent and me. He threw the first punch but | ducked right before and swung to his stomach. He grunted but quickly repositioned. We kept throwing punches to each other, and once | knocked his jaw sideways. Without me knowing, he lunged and tackled me to the floor. His body weight pinning me down as he threw punches repeatedly at my face while | blocked. The crowd was now cheering.

He took my wrist, guiding my hand to his bare chest, pressing it against his skin so I could feel the strong, steady beat of his heart. “Do you feel this?” he whispered. “It beats just as strongly as yours, doesn’t it?” *** 050225, Anne Joyce

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

“In a minute, two of you would be dead and one of you would have to tell me who sent you to do this. Now is the time to tell me before I kill you.” Beads of sweat rolled down their faces. They didn’t talk. In a swift stride, I dug my nails into two of them’s chests, grabbing their hearts in my hands. They didn’t see me coming. The pain and fear in their faces gave me the satisfaction I needed. “Try to regenerate your hearts.” I pulled out their hearts, blood spilled around while they fell to the floor. The hearts were still beating in my hands, terrifying the last man more. I dropped the hearts on the floor and stepped on them.

Waiting. My heart is pounding; I swear it’s so loud that the sound of it is echoing through the forest around me. Is it starting to beat even louder, even faster? No- that’s not my heart. It’s the drumming of hundreds of paws against the earth, the sound building as they draw closer. Ready or not…