Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

" Shut it down." " Loud?" I was surprised. No one was talking. " I am sorry. But it will be gone. Take a deep breath. And follow my voice. Don't hear anything." He closed his eyes. His claws reached for my hands and pressed them against his chest. Beneath my palms, his heartbeat pounded violently, fast and uneven, like a storm struggling to calm itself.

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

He closed the lid and locked the drawer. The lights went out. He sat in the dark. Her heartbeat continued beating in the darkness, not on the screen, but in his mind. Sixty-eight, sixty-seven, sixty-six. She was sleeping. He closed his eyes and breathed to that rhythm. Inhale, sixty-eight; exhale, sixty-seven; inhale, sixty-six. His heartbeat slowed with it, seventy, sixty-nine, sixty-eight. The two lines side by side, overlapping, separating, overlapping again.

So, the joy of freeing my loyal people around me and giving them the freedom is what made me much jovial than anything else. I was looking the documents of the company, when my chest started to hurt. I am half dead person and my heartbeat beats slower than that of the regular human being. Slower means really slower. It is like ten beats per minute. But, the pace of my heart started to beat faster and I don’t know the reason of the quick pace of my heartbeat. I rushed to the secret mirror from where I could peek at almost any one who was close to me. It’s like a modern CCTV but this one is more powerful than that.

My heart began to accelerate. He was staring at me with his longing eyes, " You said, I can't control your life. I can increase your heart rate at any time. " He whispered and brought his hand up. He caressed my cheek rubbing the back of his fingers, " Listen to your heart beat. It's returning, normal. " he whispered huskily. I concentrated on it although it was quite difficult when he was so close. I shut my eyes as I tried to listen to it. It was returning to back in normal rhythm. I felt his hot breath on my cheeks. He was so closed, " Who's in control now, " He smiled wryly.

Selena closed her eyes, directing all her focus on the sound she wanted to hear. Cassandra stroked her hand with her thumb, her eyes softening as she observed how much she was concentrating on this. She looked at Patrick, mouthing, “Give me a minute.” He chuckled, disregarding her with a hand wave as he continued filling some paperwork. It felt ethereal and intimate. She felt close to the doctor as she listened to the clear beats of her heart, going on in a regular pattern. She leaned closer to her, her breath fanning over her forehead and she heard the distinguished change. Her heart racing, the beats going faster. Was it like that every time? Her own heart seemed to match the pace. Somehow

I listened in the somewhat tense quietness, the heartbeat of people, the most overwhelming sound out of everything I could hear. My eyebrow furrowed as I realised something. The more I focused on the heartbeats, the clearer they became. But even amongst the five hearts that were beating with tension and adrenaline, there was a little heartbeat that stood out in my ears above all the rest. Fuck.

He exhales through his nose, frustrated but calm, and leans closer. “Stop thinking,” he murmurs. “Just feel.” I try. I really do. My heartbeat is loud and wild, but I close my eyes and try to silence everything else. At first, all I can hear is the frantic rhythm inside my chest—but then, something shifts. Beneath that sound, there’s another pulse, a softer echo that isn’t mine. It’s… his.

The kind that means I'm getting stronger. I close my eyes, trying to quiet my racing thoughts. That's when I feel it. A hum. Faint at first, like a vibration just below the threshold of hearing. It's not the bond—that's a steady pulse, a second heartbeat I'm learning to ignore. This is something else. Something *inside* me. I press a hand to my chest, frowning. The hum intensifies, spreading through my veins like warm honey. It's not painful. It's almost pleasant.

"My Lord, I was just about to give Hillary here, a shot of medication to help her slight dizziness and nausea." It took him a while to respond. "Sure, I'll see myself out… but before then… " he began walking towards me and with every step he took, my heart jumped in my chest. He stopped a couple of feet from where I stood erect and in obvious duress. "You look pretty in this dress." His voice muttered gently. "I guess the nurse must have informed you of the previous owner of the dress… " His voice faded and I could almost sense the pain in him. "She…" he began but then halted. His breathing increased and so did his heartbeat. Awkward enough, I could surprisingly hear his heartbeat, almost l