Novel & Cerita Can You Hear My Heartbeat

I could hear the tires skidding on the asphalt, distant honking, even random conversations of pedestrians passing by the building. The pressure in my head intensified. I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would bring a moment of peace. But that’s when I felt it. A heartbeat. A soft, rhythmic thump deep within my belly. I shot up, wide-eyed. My hand instinctively reached for my stomach. Was that… the baby’s heartbeat? Already? That’s impossible. It’s only been a few weeks. I held my breath. “How am I even hearing this?” I whispered, trying to calm myself. “This has to be normal… right?”

Listen baby, how many heartbeats do you hear? His question is more complicated than it should be, because I feel like I can hear every heart beating in the mansion. Still, I focus my attention on this room, not yet realizing why he instructed me thus. The gentle pulse of my own heart reaches my furry ears a fraction of a second before the steady pounding of Sinclair’s… and there, softer and tinier than both, is a precious thump in my womb.

It took some effort, and some assistance from my wolf, but yes… there… I could hear a slight tremor in his heartbeat. As I continued to listen, wanting to be sure, he huffed dismissively. “You won’t find anything like that. It’s entirely undetectable without the use of machines.” “I hear something,” I said. He blinked, startled. His smile slipped. “Y-you do?” “There’s a tremor in your heartbeat,” I said, more confident now as I heard it again. I leaned back. “How long have you been experiencing this?” “I… uh…” He seemed fully taken aback.

Aurora Maxwell My heartbeat, that is all I could hear as it drums in my ear. It goes faster and faster, I don't know what to do to calm it down. I kept hearing it beat, how my heart pumps my blood trough my veins at a fast lighting speed. I tried to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But I only made it worse, it had become clear to me that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress or a ground,I wasn't too sure.

Just emptiness. I pressed my palm to the ground, but there was no texture. It was like touching light itself. I didn’t know if I was standing on something solid or floating in the middle of nowhere. “Hello?” My voice echoed softly, like it didn’t belong to me. “Is anyone here?” Nothing. Only the faint hum of air that didn’t feel real. Then I heard it—a single, steady heartbeat. My heartbeat. But it was faint, uneven, like something inside me was struggling to keep going.

Heartbeat rising as I try to focus on what I thought I just heard and strain so very hard to listen over the sound of my shallow breathing and erratic pounding rhythm as fear takes a low grip of my insides. I hear something. Closing my eyes to cut off my attempts to focus on sights I cannot see and just listen very hard. So much so I can hear the blood rushing inside my head as adrenaline courses through my body. I know I am not imagining things; I am sensitive to things like this, ever since I came out to live alone again. I catch it again, so very faint, almost surreal but definitely in my apartment.

I have to count a few times to get my bearings back and when I do, everything hits me with so much intensity it almost knocks me off my chair. I’m hearing everything in too much detail, like a scientist looking through a magnifying glass. I hear everything, even the sound of someone scraping the floor at a farther distance. The violent thudding of my heart rivals that of a tidal wave. I hear my heartbeat, too loud in my ears it is like a drum is being directly beside it.

I listened in the somewhat tense quietness, the heartbeat of people, the most overwhelming sound out of everything I could hear. My eyebrow furrowed as I realised something. The more I focused on the heartbeats, the clearer they became. But even amongst the five hearts that were beating with tension and adrenaline, there was a little heartbeat that stood out in my ears above all the rest. Fuck.

"You are not afraid I can use them against you one day?" "I trust you." He reached for my right hand, and my heart skipped. And a thought came to my mind. What if he could hear my heartbeat? "Can you hear my heartbeat?" I decided to ask, and his lips curled upwards into a naughty smirk. "Yes. I know your normal heart rate. I have memorized the how fast it beats anytime you open the door for me or when you are nervous, scared or aroused." I stilled for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. "Aroused?"

It felt like he caught me doing something embarrassing. "Your heart is racing." he said, calm as if he were commenting on the weather, "You alright over there, little one?" I froze. Because... how? My hand lifted on instinct to my chest, like I could physically hold my heartbeat still. "How can he hear that?" I thought, my mind scrambling. The fire was crackling, the house was old and creaky, there were two other people in here breathing. How could he possibly... Then the words caught up with me.