Bubbling Feeling In Chest Left Side Novels & Stories

she whispered over and over until her breathing slowed. After several minutes, the tightness in her chest faded. She exhaled shakily. “Geez,” she muttered, pressing her palm against her heart. “I really need to control my emotions.” She had noticed this strange condition days ago. Whenever she got angry, scared, or startled, her chest would twist painfully—like something inside was trying to burst free but couldn’t. Yet, when she worked all day, scrubbing floors or doing chores, she felt fine. Only her emotions seemed to trigger it.

I gathered a little amount of water in my palms and splashed it all over my face, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling I was having right now. My heart feels heavy these days. I can't explain it, but sometimes it feels like as if something is crushing it. I looked at myself in the mirror, and when I looked closely, I saw a weird looking black mark peeking in my chest. I moved my shirt down a little and I gasped when I saw a thin black line of veins in my chest. "Why didn't I notice this? Why is this happening, I thought I still had plenty of time." I muttered, confused.

I clung on my chest. I am having this burning sensation in my chest, my heart feels like it’s going to pop out any moment. The more I think about Jayden and Gigi the more my heart ache. I don’t understand why, am I having heart problems now? “How dare you Jayden?!!” I said through gritt teeth. Two girls walk towards me and sits next to me, one on my right and the other on my left. “Hey handsome, it’s been a while” the one on my right slurs.

My breathing grew erratic, and I clutched at his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his clothes. And then I felt it—a fourth finger, pushing its way inside. The stretch was too much, and I let out a sharp gasp, my body tensing as I tried to adjust to the sudden fullness. The discomfort was overwhelming, but beneath it, a strange kind of pleasure was beginning to build, a throbbing need that threatened to consume me.

Badly! My throat gets tighter and sourer, probably because I am gasping uncontrollably, it is getting more painful with each passing second, my hearts is beating so fast and my lungs are burning with need for breathable air, no one is touching me but I swear I feel millions of slippery hands crawling up my body, the scary part is that I can’t see them, only feel them, they make me nauseous and disgusted, my stomach is about to burst out of my mouth with how sick and scared I am!

My eyes are getting heavier, my body feels floating and my chest feels slow down as well as my breathing becomes regular and now everything is dark. ***

'Agreed,' I return, focusing on a point about how to handle large-scale rogue incursions. But then I get this weird sensation deep in my chest—like a slow burn that spreads through my ribs and squeezes my lungs. My skin starts tingling, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out along my hairline. I shift in my seat, trying to keep my concentration on Tanner's lecture. The pressure keeps building, my heartbeat rattling like it might crack my ribs.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest, almost like a boulder was placed directly on my chest, the weight crushing me. What the hell is wrong with me? I certainly do not…right?

I suddenly heard the beat of his chest, while I lean closely and feeling his short breaths as he inhale and exhale. He just pull me in an embrace with his hands supporting the side of left shoulder. He started walking that I keep up with and started heading to the side street. He let go of him and saw his expression totally normal. I feel my chest beating loudly and cheeks started burning up that seem to make me feel this high fever!

“Are you feeling any other symptoms? Muscle pain, dizziness, nausea?” She exhales slowly, her fingers curling weakly around the blanket. “Fatigue. And my chest feels... heavy.” That is not a good sign. I move in to check her vitals. The heart rate monitor shows a slightly elevated pulse, but nothing alarming yet. I pick up my stethoscope, put it on, and press the diaphragm lightly against her chest. “Breathe in for me,” I instruct. She inhales slowly, but the second she exhales, I hear a faint wheeze.