Closer Heartbeat Novels & Stories

We hide behind the old locker. Since the room is small, there is not even much space because of too many types of equipment so our bodies are touching each other. I could feel the temperature of his body, could hear his breathing, as well as his heartbeat that is beating a little bit fast. My heart is also beating, but not that calm than him. It is beating so fast that I couldn't hear anything but only the beat of my heart.

His breathlessness intensified, each inhalation becoming a laborious effort. Upon witnessing Blaze slump to the ground, Dexter hurriedly approached. Blaze's rapid, irregular heartbeat echoed in Dexter's ears, creating a disconcerting rhythm. "Judging by the pace of your blood flow and the way your heart is beating right now, you are currently experiencing a heart attack. It appears a blood clot has blocked your coronary arteries; you would be dead in eight minutes."

A throbbing pain surged in my heart. “I haven’t forgotten...” He retracted his hand that was behind me to grab my wrist. After that, he slowly placed his hand on my chest. He squeezed my chest with his huge palm without any restraint. My body could not help shivering as tears fell from the corners of my eyes. His voice sounded like the devil. “Why are you crying?” I wiped my tears, unwilling to admit the shame I was suffering at that moment. “Stop crying,” he roared. He then pulled his hand away abruptly and walked into the bathroom.

His fingers unfurled allowing me to intertwine my fingers with his. I shifted gently, easing my head onto his chest, where I could hear his heart pounding frenetically. It felt like a desperate Morse code against my ear, an intimate indicator of the battle he was waging within himself. His heart rhythm reverberated through my ear, a frenzied tempo that matched the palpable tension in the room. Each beat was a pulse of raw emotion, a stark contrast to the stoic mask he wore. "Clay," I murmured softly, "calm down, please. Do it for me. Please." My voice was a mere wisp, barely louder than the erratic drumming of his heart, but loaded with an urgency that I hoped he'd feel as deeply as I did.

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.

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.

He is unbelievable! “I can’t b-breathe,” I uttered. This man did not listen and still looking out at the window. His Adam’s apple is moving slowly, and I can’t help but listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I couldn’t hear the noise surrounding us, but his heartbeats were audible. It was the first time I heard someone’s heartbeat. I have keen hearing for miles away, but this thing is different. I can listen to his blood flowing directly into the vessels connected to his heart. I look sideways and try to fight this rising feeling in me. It is not right! I barely know this man, so I should step back. Moving backward was the next thing I did, but it was the wrong move. The man hugged me, and m

I could hardly believe it—a zombie with a heartbeat. Magnus' pale gray eyes had softened, his whole being shifting closer to that of a living man. But deep down, I knew the truth. A zombie was still a zombie. No matter how many emotions or human traits he seemed to possess, his brain had long been dead. After I came into his life, Magnus rarely left my side. He seldom went out, always staying close to me.

Asher I woke up sweating profusely and my heart beating really hard and fast. I was so scared and it felt like I was having a heart attack. I wasn’t sick before going to bed but the dream I had was so scary and it just did a lot of things to my mental heart.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.