Can You Hear My Heartbeat Mga Nobela at Kwento

All I could hear was his snore and the beats of his heart. My head is close to his chest that is why I could hear the loud and fast beats of his heart. It was as if it was also racing just like mine. And for some reason, it sounds like music to my ears. This guy is making me cringe of my own self. Minutes passed. My head unconsciously moved until it touches his left chest, where I could clearly hear the banging of his heart. To be honest, I was a little bit concerned. It’s beating too fast to the point that I thought he might be having a heart attack any moment. Or maybe he is having a bad dream.

With his wolf hearing abilities, he could hear my heartbeat from where he was. "What did you notice?" "Your heartbeat has increased twice as fast as before."

It’s like it’s drunk and as it lets out a long noisy groaning exhale, I pull myself to my feet, and watch as it falls completely silent. I can hear a heartbeat in the air around us, so suddenly it makes me jump; slow, labored, one, two more, and stop. I’m shocked that it was so pitch clear while so far away. It couldn’t have been its heartbeat, surely? It had to be mine, but I can’t hear it anymore, and I check my pulse to be sure I’m not actually dead and already crossed over to the other side. Nope, still beating as I press my clawed paw to my breast and snort out a thankful half growl.

I heard a male voice say " why do I feel I've heard that voice somewhere? " "And I promise you my dear, you'll get it, you just have to go according to the plan, after I get married to him I'll make him transfer all the money we want and we'll leave here immediately, now all you have to do is try come up with a new business deal or something, ok?" Melissa said

His eyes flickered down to my heaving chest. He could hear my heartbeat.

My heart beat so loud it felt like it echoed. Could I really do this?

Seventy-two beats a minute, which I know because Laurel told me, because I've started counting and because of this small device I’ve around my wrist that monitors how well my pulse is. Counting the beats the way I used to count the clicks of the mechanical heart has now become a habit, except these beats are warm and alive and sometimes they speed up or slow down for reasons I can't explain or when I see something nice or beautiful, like the heart has opinions I haven't learned to translate yet. At midnight, I hear heavy and deliberate footsteps, paced like someone counting. Back and forth down the hallway outside my door. It’s not rushed or aimless. It’s measured, like a human metronome in

What if it was a sign or something? "Did you hear that?" I asked Shelly in a breathless voice, placing my right hand on my chest to feel my heartbeat. It was beating fast and hard that I could hear its thumping right inside my ears. "Hear what?" Shelly bellowed with a clueless shrug of her shoulders. She was still on her pink silky matching top and short nightwear.

I heard the rhythm of my own heartbeat pounding against my skull. This changes everything.

Felix felt his heart beating so fast that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He walked back to his security room and standing by the bed. His hand on his chest. What is happening!??