Bubbling Feeling In Heart Novels & Stories

It feels wonderfully warm here. After hearing his heart spill out on the floor before me, I feel compelled to share the weight of my own heart. It's racing, pulling toward him as if it's being tugged in his direction. Am I having a heart attack? My skin is on fire. Something isn't right—should I be panicking? I need to say something. "Dean?" I manage to say, my voice filled with concern. "I don't think I feel very well. Something's happening with my heart and my skin. I'm burning up, and my heart feels like it's racing a million miles a minute."

My body is vibrating from something I have no control over, my stomach is rumbling as if my intestines are cutting off and my throat is burning from every saliva I gulp. I roll over to the other side of the corner and face the wall. I then let go of my knees and I wrap my arms around my stomach tightly as my heart frantically starts to race, threatening to burst out of my chest. Every breath feels like I am gasping for air, never getting enough into my lungs. It is a suffocating sensation that overwhelms me.

Just like that. I sob once and bite my lip hard to stop more. Mom lifts her head and scans me fast. My face. My chest. My hands. “You warned us,” she says quietly. “I did not see it,” I whisper. “I just felt it coming.” “That is enough,” she says, and she presses her forehead to mine for one second. After that, nothing feels right. Even when everything looks normal, my chest keeps buzzing. Like static. People rush past. Voices shout. Feet pound the floor.

Where is everyone else? Muffled voices sound outside, loud voices like arguing. Panic sets inside me. What is going on? The next thing I know the heart monitors beeps become louder, the feeling of my heart begins to pulsate through my body.

I thought, I'm going to die. My breath was hot and steamy, and surely even my blood was boiling. My heart was contracting rapidly in my chest, and every circulation of blood made my scalp explode with a tingling sensation. I can't tell if this horrible feeling is pain or something else. "Help... Help..." I mumbled in a low voice, my watery lips hissing hot air. "Help me... I feel so bad... so hot..." My low voice sounded like it was squeezed out of my lungs, and I didn't know that I had tears running down my face and saliva dripping onto my chest.

Carden rubbed her stomach in a circular motion, bubbles are covering their naked bodies but his hand felt hotter than the warm water which they are in. She felt his calloused palm going upwards, her breathing ragged, and her heartache in continuous, loud heartbeats.

He asked, searching the darkness of his surroundings. “A date? Or a horror experience?” He asked, crazily wanting to laugh. That was when he caught a powerful yet familiar scent of pheromones wafting in the air, he touched his chest feeling giddy. “What's with this sudden feeling of excitement? What's wrong with me? Why is my heart beating this loud?” Aru's hand squeezes his chest, he couldn't understand the crazy pulses ticking in his body. “What's with this BA-THUMP BA-THUMP BA-THUMP am I hearing?”

This misstep slowed the serum's journey to my heart. My mind, deprived of oxygen, plunged into an abyss of emptiness. Yet, in this void, a fiery sensation began to stir. Starting from my throbbing thumb, it wound its way towards my sluggishly beating heart. Upon reaching its destination, it erupted like a dormant volcano awakening. My heart raced, pumping the serum throughout my whole body with renewed vigor.

Who knows what kinds of diseases could be passed around? I'm rooted to my spot, trying to calm the growing storm and turmoil threatening to consume me, while my sister lazily pulls on a robe. My heart is hammering painfully, my body burning, yet my lungs are restricted, so I feel like I’m dying. A heavy and sharp gnawing ache in my chest is all I can feel. Drowned out by the rush of blood through my ears and a lightheadedness that is stirring nausea in me.

Every sound in the building, from the distant hum of the ventilation system to the clicking of his own watch, magnified until it sounded like a roar in his ears. Anji gasped, grabbing his chest. His heart was not beating. It was drumming, a furious, chaotic rhythm that felt like it might burst through his sternum. The heat started in his stomach, a searing, white-hot fire that spread through his veins like molten lead. He tried to call for help, but his mouth went dry, his tongue feeling thick and unresponsive.