Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

I just close my eyes and rest my hand on my chest. Heartbeat: faint. But steady. I’m still here.

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.

My heart starts to beat faster and I don't dare to breathe while I have put all my focus on listening for the sound. Minutes go by before I hear it again and this time closer than before!

My heart pounds in my chest, the sound of my heartbeat sounding in my ears. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Logan standing by the door, his back to me. But as he hears my footsteps, he turns around, a broad smile spreading across his face. My heart skips a beat, pounding even louder in my chest. I hope he can't hear it, but I can feel my pulse racing like a drum. I try to calm myself down, but Logan's smile is infectious, and I find myself smiling back at him. He takes a step closer, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I feel my heart flutter in response. What is he doing to me?

He felt that his heart was beating uncontrollably. Furthermore, the heartbeat was getting heavier. The heartbeat sounded like a drum. “Haha! I have transcended again! Eighty-second level!” “Holy crap! Father-in-law, are you sure your cultivation is correct? It’s not an illusion, is it? How can it be so fast? It’s less than a minute ago, right?”

I can feel his heartbeat through fabric and skin. Steady. Intentional. He lowers his forehead to mine again, our breaths mingling. The closeness is no longer frantic. It is controlled heat. Measured contact. “Sync with me,” he says softly. I focus on him. On the warmth of his body. The pressure of his hands. The subtle movement of his chest rising and falling. My fingers curl slightly against him, anchoring. The system shifts. Our heartbeats align. And on the monitors, two bright pulses merge into one stable rhythm.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

"Nice pick, Dr. Clayton." "Please call me Noah." "Being a popular cardiologist at the age of 28.. pretty impressive. What makes you want to be a cardiologist?" I put down my wine glass and put my attention fully to him. "I lost my little sister to heart complications 20 years ago so that made me want to save people who have heart problems." He swirled his wine glass. "I bet she's happy to have a great brother like you. You're saving people now." "How about you? You have a passion for cars." He put down his wine glass and turned to me.