Bubbling Feeling In Chest No Pain Novels & Stories

Does everyone feel this way when they’re handfasted? A pain like I’ve never felt before rips through my chest so hard that I jerk and gasp. I choke on my own breath, fighting to get air back into my lungs. Frantically, I let go of the edge of the pool and tread water, running a hand over my bare chest. It feels like someone stabbed me, or punched me so hard they broke all of my ribs, but the pain passes nearly as quickly as it came.

“Yeah, yeah I am fine. Just…thinking, that’s all.” “Why do you keep rubbing at your chest? Did you get hurt out there too?” His question had everyone in the room turning towards me. I didn’t even notice until he pointed it out, that I had been rubbing at my chest. “Nah man. I am good. Just feeling a little tight, I guess.” I respond. I don’t really know how to explain this sensation that I have been feeling for the last hour or so, it’s like a line is being pulled tight in my heart. I reach up and rub again, right as the Doc walks in.

She stated. "That's impossible!" "By the way, how did you know that you have a heart problem? Did you consult your private doctor?" She asked. "No." "Then how? Did you just make it up?" "Of course not! I can feel it." "Would you mind telling me what are you feeling?" I put my shirt on again as I speak. "I can't breathe but my heart's beating so fucking fast as if it's going to explode." "You can't breathe but your heart's beating fast? Okay.. What else?" She asked, while taking down notes on her small notebook.

“The baby just has excellent taste.” He pops his head around the corner, grinning. “If she demands peanut butter on pizza next, I’m drawing the line.” I’m laughing as I answer and that’s when I feel it. It’s not what I expected. I’ve read so many descriptions in books and online—some say it’s like bubbles popping, or like popcorn, or like a goldfish swimming just under the surface. But it’s none of those things. It’s a flutter. A soft brush against the inside of my belly, like the flick of a butterfly wing. Not strong. Not painful. But there.

She didn't even treat me to a soft drink. "Wow. Leona is Jealous..OK. My Babe. I will treat you too. Next time, OK?" "I... Not gonna buy your nonsense. Gotta go!" I waved my hand while heading out. I am pretty worn out. " Bye Bye." It's only 7 pm...Not quite interested in going home. But I don't know what I should do. The chest is hitting like a drummer is drumming mercilessly. I can feel my breathing is getting heavier. The pressure on the left side of my chest is constantly increasing and piecing like stabbing with a sharp needle. It's awful.

But most of all the pain was centered around my heart. It felt like there was a dead weight on my chest, compressing me so much that I could barely breathe. It was a struggle to draw in even a single breath. It took me a while to deduce that what I felt was not physical pain. What I felt was a thousand times worse.

How was I able to read his emotions like that? I turned away from the door, trying to steady my breathing. That’s when it hit me—a dull, throbbing ache in my chest. At first, I thought it was just anxiety, but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t sharp, like a heart attack, but it was insistent, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I pressed a hand to my chest, frowning. “What the hell…?” The ache deepened, spreading outwards until it felt like my entire body was racked with an unusual energy. My knees wobbled, and I grabbed onto the edge of a nearby table for support.

 Heat spread slowly across my breasts, deep and throbbing, like something inside me was waking up.  “What…” I whispered to the empty room.  I sat up slowly.  The pressure increased.  A strange, almost pulling sensation.  Instinctive.  Needy.  My heart began to beat faster.  I pressed a hand cautiously over my chest — and froze.  They felt fuller.  Heavier.  Swollen.  Panic flickered through me.  I threw the blankets aside and rushed toward the bathing chamber, my steps uneven.  Maybe I was imagining it.

My chest felt tight, like something inside me was pulling inward instead of expanding. Unstable. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself away from the door. One step. My foot touched the stone floor softly, but the sound felt too loud in my ears. My heart leapt too fast, slamming against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Heat spread through my chest, sudden and sharp, blooming where something should have been anchored. I stopped. My breath caught halfway in, trapped and useless. Something was wrong. The room felt heavier, pressing down on me from all sides.

Jems woke up with a dull burning sensation spreading through her chest. Her hand immediately went to her heart, feeling the uncomfortable heat spreading beneath her ribs. Heartburn. Again. She’d been getting it more frequently lately, probably from all the stress and anxiety that had been consuming her life these past few weeks.