Bubbling Feeling In Heart Novels & Stories

I pressed them shut again and tried to understand the sudden feeling that took over my being. The voices around me dimmed, a fading background noise that made no sense. My breathing quickened, I could hear the sound of my harsh breaths as they pushed in and out of my lungs. My whole body felt out of control, my heart beating a million miles a minute, like a stampeding warning crashing through my body, telling me there is something not quite right. "You okay there?"

My legs had a mind of their own at some point. We finally got to the room Lilac gave us, and I set Ella down to rest. I was nervous—way too nervous to walk out of the room. Too nervous to remember, I needed to breathe occasionally. The pressure buildup in my head caused me to feel dizzy. I fell on the bed as my legs gave in to the pressure. “What do I do now? Talk to me, Ella; you are emotionally stable like your mom. What do you think I should do when my heart feels like it wants to explode?”

It was strangely kind of… fluttery “Ugh, it can't be now,” I muttered, supporting my left hand with my stomach while the right hand rubbed over my belly. It kept twisting again and again. This very time, it came somewhat too hard. A heat spread through my lower abdomen, forcing me to straighten up immediately. What in heaven's name could that be? My fingers shook wildly as I placed them on the same spot again. Then, I heard a boom. That was a heartbeat. It was exactly like an echo, and the strange thing was that it was inside me.

My heart was pounding so loud and there was a dull pain spreading across my chest. I instinctively looked down and saw a symbol right over my heart. I let out a hiss when I tried touching it. It was still faint but the I could feel it pulsing on my skin. Then without warning, the symbol burned hotter and pulsing deep inside me as if it had a will of its own.

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

 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.

I should call the Shaman, maybe he will know? My breathing’s shallow as my lungs burn with the effort to get oxygen, wringing my hands and running my fingers through my hair as I try to self-regulate the insane pounding of my heart. My blood pressure hiking and I start to feel woozy, nauseous, skin bristling with searing temperature as I lose control. I mean I feel like I’ve just found out I have cancer, or a deadly virus that’s incurable, or that Armageddon is on its way and we have nowhere to run.

I felt my body collapse. Vital signs such as breathing, blinking, thinking, froze for what I assumed were a few milliseconds. My lungs released all the air stocked in them, and they only recovered after my oxygen supplies dropped to precarious levels. Immediately after, I felt my heart pumping blood again, slowly yet determinedly. I could feel it moving through my veins and arteries, leaving tickling traces all the way through, and making all its way up to my face until it reached my cheeks. Oh yeah. My cheeks, ladies and gentlemen, were giving themselves quite a feast up there.

his voice was friendly and far away from harmful—the one which I’ve encountered first from him. I blew my confusion in the air and spoke about what I really felt. “It’s a strange feeling for me to feel this way,” I commenced. “My heart. It is beating faster than usual. And I hate to say this, but it always indicates something wrong is coming,” my face came worried as I looked at him.

She gently stroked her chest with one hand with the other on the table supporting her as she tried to steady herself. It was an unusual sensation that had been happening recently, but the frequency was increasing rapidly. Sometimes, Heather even felt her insides churning, like something was about to break out. She thought it was a sign that her inner strength was about to improve, so she did not pay much attention to it and tried her best to take slow, deep breaths to ease her discomfort. However, this issue happened too frequently and was especially bad today. It felt like there was a heavy stone pressing down on Heather’s chest. She felt like she was suffocating. She was standing upright,