Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

"Quincey, I spent three hours making this food. Make sure Hudson eats it." I went to the restroom to treat my wound. After that, I passed by the room and saw Quincey tossing the container straight into the trash. I paused and let out a sigh before walking away. When Hudson was diagnosed with his heart condition, I was shocked and worried. We'd been married for two years. He kept a very regular schedule and, as a university professor, had even once played in a faculty basketball game. Two months ago, he was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. While I was losing sleep trying to find a donor, Quincey's boyfriend had an accident.

"I was planning to take you for a walk but seeing you here tonight – I just couldn't hold it any longer," Avelyn's heart was beating faster each second passed. She could feel his thumb caressing the back of her hand gently. She couldn't take her eyes off his – she wouldn't take her eyes off his. She just wants to be closer to him. She turned her body to face him fully and took a step forward. He then took her right hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel the beat of his heart on her palm. If that's any possible, his heartbeat was even faster than hers. "Can you feel it?" He asked. Avelyn nodded. "My heart has been beating like this whenever I see you. The only other time it ever beat

Degh … My heart is beating

What kind of intruder moves swiftly through the house with the alarm blaring and then knocks on the door? What this a trap? Then they heard something that they never expected in a million years,.... Claire's voice. Finn's heart was racing now and he could barely hear his thoughts over each thumping heartbeat. He thought that his head would explode. He turned to Lili and held his fingers to his lips. Finn didn't want Lili to make a sound.

I picked up the medical file, which was covered in Bryan’s footprints. The mechanical heart suddenly shuddered with a tremor that did not belong to it. My pupils dilated as their receding figures blurred into the distance. Much later, I wiped the blood trickling from my lips and stared at the words “Artificial Heart Replacement.” My fingers traced the scar that had marked my chest for seven years. Bryan still did not know that the heart beating within his chest was mine. Seven years ago, we were unable to find a suitable heart in time, and Bryan’s body grew weaker day by day.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."

I told him, through our link. I thought maybe he would respond, but after a moment of silence, he didn’t. When I looked over at him, his eyes were starting to close. Listening closely, I realize that his heartbeat was getting slower with each passing second. I needed to stop thinking and just do something before it was too late.

He is unbelievable! “I can’t b-breathe,” I uttered. This man did not listen and still looking out at the window. His Adam’s apple is moving slowly, and I can’t help but listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I couldn’t hear the noise surrounding us, but his heartbeats were audible. It was the first time I heard someone’s heartbeat. I have keen hearing for miles away, but this thing is different. I can listen to his blood flowing directly into the vessels connected to his heart. I look sideways and try to fight this rising feeling in me. It is not right! I barely know this man, so I should step back. Moving backward was the next thing I did, but it was the wrong move. The man hugged me, and m

He smiled at that, but there was something in his eyes that shifted, like a shadow passing through light. Then the room fell silent. My head rested on his chest, and as I lay there listening, his heartbeat began to change. It grew faster, stronger, like it was trying to break free. I had never been this close to a man other than Theo before, not like this, not in a way that made my body feel so aware of every breath and every sound. My own heart began to race too, and as I listened closely, I realized our heartbeats were falling into the same rhythm. At first, I told myself it was nothing, just the closeness, just the heat between us, but something felt wrong in a way I could not explain.