Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Uh, gosh I'm so embarrassed. My hand stopped hitting his chest when his right hand grabbed my hand and brought it to his chest. Made me able to feel his heart beating faster than usual. Without realizing it, my lips parted into a smile, realizing that it wasn't just my heart that always beat abnormally when I was close to him. But Everett also experienced something similar. Right now his heartbeat is racing so fast, it's the same as my heartbeat which is currently jumping up and down erratically. "Good morning, Amber," said Everett with a smile on his lips, making me enchanted by him once again.

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.

Kimora: (As she lets out a savage war cry the sound of a heartbeat can be heard echoing throughout the entire room, deep in origin, yet wondrous in its depth and power, Kimora began to feel a smoldering heat grow within her body and the suddenly pulse alongside this now hypnotic heartbeat. With every pulse, the sound becomes louder, heavier, and more ominous in its beat, and then... it suddenly stops.)

The damage to his wolf was severe, and even his healing ability slowed drastically. Ethan lay on the bed in the infirmary, his mind filled with nothing but me. He wanted to see me and apologize to me in person. But no matter how many messages he sent through the communication device, no matter how many times he tried to reach me through our mind link, there was no response. Only then did Ethan finally understand that I no longer loved him and that I had moved on.

“You sure what you feel isn’t just… proximity to truth?” My breath hitched, and my heart almost skitted to a stop before picking its pace, and fucking shot through the roof. He saw it all unfolding before his eyes. His hand slowly descended to my left breast, then lower, until it spread underneath the globe, and right above the ribs that cocooned the little organ that was close to burning through the cage and out of my body. “You hear that?” He said quietly, my heartbeat drumming into his pulse. My pulse danced on my neck like it was something alive. “That heartbeat? It’s mine. All of it.”

The clock on the bedside table glowed 12:17 AM. The house was swallowed in silence, save for the distant hum of streetlights flickering outside. Then, the front door clicked, the softest sound, yet it sliced through the stillness and made my heart race. I sat up in bed, the cool sheets tangled around me.

I said hanging up before closing my eyes finally ______________________________________________________________________________ Kayla's POV Making my way out of the cafe and walked across the street quickly hailing a cab, I felt dizzy so Bella told me to take the remaining day off. The ride to the house was quiet, getting to the house it was worse , I mean the kind of quiet in horror movies, I ignored the feeling in the pit of my stomach and made my way to my room making no noise so that no one will be aware I'm in. Slowly making my way to the bed , I closed my eyes briefly but the sound of clinking heels made me sit up ready to shout at Lissa if she made the mistake of coming in here but t

he commands. I don't. "The light—it's too bright," I gasp, and the lie tastes like ash. "Everything's too loud." He pulls me closer. His heartbeat is against my ear now—heavy, deliberate, perfectly regulated. The kind of pulse that belongs to a man who has trained himself out of every involuntary reaction. And then I feel it: the child's heartbeat shifts. The frantic, stuttering growth-rhythm it maintains most of the time smooths out, finds a groove, and locks in.

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.