Romans & histoires Beating Hearts Book

Running has become my habit. It grounds me, reminds me of monsters chasing me. My thoughts are erratic mess and so is my breathing when I step out the car. My unstable steps stumble me forward many times if it isn’t for the kind guard who stabilises me. I stand in front of our porch, catching my breath, steadying myself and press a shaky hand to my heart. Stop beating so loudly. Please, I can’t handle it. It’s too much. It’s confusing how my heart’s palpitations grow even stronger and out of beat as if it wants to escape through my chest and fall on the ground waiting for someone to step on it and crush it, so that it’d stop beating.

And at that exact moment something strange happened. The rhythm skipped slightly. Just once. Adrian felt it immediately. He narrowed his eyes. Then the heartbeat returned back to normal. Steady…perfect Adrian slowly placed his hand over his chest. A weird thought crossed his mind. Somewhere out there was a living life connected to this heart. And for some reason he felt that he was connected to that life. Anna waited at the examination room for the doctor. She placed her hand on her chest. The weird sound had not returned again.

The room was quiet again, save for the steady, harmonious rhythm of three hearts beating as a single entity. The storm that had raged inside them for months, the fear, the physical agony, the impossible science, and the constant, lurking threat of the outside world had finally broken. In its place was a brilliant, unyielding dawn. They had walked through the fire. They had defied the laws of nature, society, and time itself. And now, holding their first breath against their hearts, they were untouchable. XXX

My brain felt like it was going to explode and my heart was beating 160 beats per minute and my scream was met with the sound of Aebischer`s sinister laughter. ~~~

His fingers unfurled allowing me to intertwine my fingers with his. I shifted gently, easing my head onto his chest, where I could hear his heart pounding frenetically. It felt like a desperate Morse code against my ear, an intimate indicator of the battle he was waging within himself. His heart rhythm reverberated through my ear, a frenzied tempo that matched the palpable tension in the room. Each beat was a pulse of raw emotion, a stark contrast to the stoic mask he wore. "Clay," I murmured softly, "calm down, please. Do it for me. Please." My voice was a mere wisp, barely louder than the erratic drumming of his heart, but loaded with an urgency that I hoped he'd feel as deeply as I did.

ELENA DUVAL Heartbeats were fickle things. Beating one moment and then stopping the next. Pounding with fears and insecurities and then lying as still and peaceful as a tranquil sea. They glowed and warmed and expanded in my chest. They had begun to hope and yearn for someone.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

So far, Stephen King's Hearts in Atlantis is proving to be just as good as all his other novels. I'm hooked from the beginning, and can't pull my eyes away until I feel someone watching me. My breath catches in my throat, and I freeze. It takes me a moment before I can pull my eyes away from the page I was reading. I look up and let my eyes scan the backyard. I don't see anyone, so I scan further out, scanning the tree line. My heart races as I eagerly look for the person watching me. I see nothing and become frustrated as I look further, straining as I try to look between every branch, and every leaf, looking for the slightest sign that he's out there watching me…

CHAPTER FOUR Richard and Ciara drove to the Roberts Anderson's mansion, their body pounding with apprehension. Richard knew how his father always reacted whenever he was angry, and it's obvious he's in for a deep shits so he dreaded the confrontation that awaited him. As they entered the living room, Richard was met with the seething glare of his father, who was pacing around the room like a caged animal. "Is the rumors I'm hearing true, Richard?" His father, Roberts Anderson, threw a question at him, his voice laced with anger.

Slowly, I move my hand to my chest, and they both beat in the same rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. They beat the same way, with the same sync and rhythm, and it finally dawns on me. Her heart beats for me. And me alone.