Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Like a heartbeat. Like something counting time.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

The figure was already too close, way closer than I expected. ​ My chest seized, my heartbeat betraying me. Oh…shit.

“Something’s not right.” He whispered, collapsing his head back on the sofa, his heart pounding against his chest hard, reminding him the glory of being loved by Klara. His heart rate increases whenever she’s close but now it beats hard surpassing it’s limit when she’s far away from him. Only she can heal his aching heart. “It’s better if you just give up.”

My heart slammed against my ribcage. He stepped closer... his face just inches from mine...

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

"How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us." He's so close to me that I can feel his heartbeat. I should move away from him or I won't be able to control myself around. I tried moving back and slipped. Luckily he was there to catch me before I fell. He pulled me up and I landed on his chest. He held me close that I felt so much comfort I didn't want to let go. "Drake please... Just let me go. We can't be together anymore." I said and pulled away.

I inquired as I gazed into his eyes. The plane shook violently, and we struggled to keep our bodies balanced. Ethan's head was about to strike the side table when I noticed it was going to happen, so I put my palm on the table's corner to stop it. Yet he never misses an opportunity to flirt with me. He swiftly encircled my waist with his arms. Why is his heartbeat so rapid? Hey, come on; everyone will feel their heartbeat increase in such circumstances. Now, if you believe his heartbeat has risen because of your proximity, you are instilling false hope in your heart. My subconscious immediately stopped me from harboring any irrational hopes.

I can identify every movement by the noises they are making over the loud pounding of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears. We stay stonelike, and still, my heart is beating erratically at being held like this, and I can hear Dane’s isn’t doing much better. Both his pulse and his breathing are rapidly increasing in time with mine. His hold on me tightens. He shifts a little to move his groin away from me, so we’re not so intimately joined, and my face heats with the knowledge of what he just did.

Or so I deemed him to be. “You’re the burberry guy performing at the music festival five years ago, aren’t you? Why do you sound so different?” “Aren’t you supposed to practice on your own sound?” He rolls his eyes at me. “Stop paying attention to anything and focus, will you?” I sigh deeply and pick the other stick up, “Fine.” I glower on my feet. He started counting on cue and strummed his guitar strings. The first four beats went fine. We harmonized our sound, and I actually felt happy for a second before everything started to went downhill from the second four beats.