Novel & Cerita Closer Heartbeat

“You’re the only thing that doesn’t fit.” For a heartbeat, the air between them shifted. The walls seemed to close in, not with danger, but with something far more dangerous, longing. He stepped closer, the faint scent of rain still clinging to him. Her pulse thundered as his fingers brushed against her wrist. “Alexander…” “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. She didn’t. Couldn’t. Her breath hitched, her heart caught somewhere between fear and something sweeter. His thumb traced the edge of her jaw, slow, deliberate.

Again, I hear the tiny thumping of a small heart. A baby.

" 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.

She managed to do all these to hear this oh? But before she could complain, her body was drawn in by two large hands encircling her firmly and affectionately, bringing her into a tight and tender embrace. Her cheeks were squished and smooshed against his hard chest, while his one hand was firmly holding the back of her head. She could hear his heartbeat, beating without a control. The gentle patter and rhythm of his heartbeat engulfed her ears. The sweet music of his heartbeat filled her ears with a soft and intoxicating melody, the subtle beats filling her with a feeling of admiration and affection.

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

Getting closer with every second. Fuck!