Beating Hearts Book Novels & Stories

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."

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.

CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART ~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart.

For once, after wandering with countless souls for countless centuries, I feel a thud in my heart. My heart beats for her. "Be still my beating heart," I muttered with a smile on my face, placing my hand on the left side of my chest and patting it gently. My first heartbeat. I was still in bliss when I took in yet another whiff of air. Suddenly, there was a change in the air; something strange sprang up. I feel it rotating and rumbling at the center of the earth, reverberating with the forces of lost souls. I hear the cries, the despair, the agony. I see hell surfacing. I hear the clash Of swords and the voices wailing. I hear hell. I smell blood. War?

THE RIVALING HEARTS; 003 He looked different now - older, more rugged, with a scruffy beard and lines etched around his eyes. But there was no mistaking those piercing blue eyes, which met mine with a mixture of surprise and guarded recognition. Still oblivious of the tension between the couples, our alpha walked over to meet them halfway with a huge grin and walked them over to the table. I tried to collect my feelings which were scattered all over the hall together.

Ethan dawdles ahead of him, basking in his what now has transformed into vanity, "The feature is still under development, it's a heartbeats calculator. According to resources, if a person's heartbeat is 83BMP or more than that, they may have fallen in love, is falling in love, or at least are starting to have intimate feelings…" In impression, a good one, the brunette's lips bow, "Woah!" "If the heartbeats are calculated correctly, the door will be locked itself, meaning…" "...the beginning of a blooming love story." The prison gate locks from outside.

Mark’s sudden reaction made Aimie cringe a little if earlier it was her heart that she could only hear, but with their position now, she could clearly hear the beating of Mark’s heart. His heart was beating in a rhythmic pattern, and the more Aimie hears of it, the more she could liken Mark’s heartbeat into that of a music piece. Its patterns were slow at first, but as more minutes passed, Mark’s heart started beating rapidly, as if it was nearing the song’s end.

Sofia's name flashed across my phone screen, and something in the particular timing — a Tuesday afternoon, no scheduled reason for her to call — made my stomach tighten before I'd even answered. "Ivy." Her voice carried an urgency I hadn't heard in years, not since the earliest, most dangerous chapters of this family's complicated history. "Damien collapsed during his morning walk. He's conscious, but the paramedics are taking him to the hospital now. They think it might be his heart." The world narrowed to a single point of terrified focus, every other consideration — the lavender, the garden, the ordinary Tuesday I'd been quietly enjoying — collapsing instantly into pure, desperate urgency

The water lapped gently against the porcelain as he pulled me closer, and the world outside disappeared for a while — just the sound of water, and hearts that had learned to beat together again. END OF CHAPTER

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