Distant Heart Sounds Novels & Stories

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from the calm beeping sounds that he was still alive. Dr. Steve stepped out, pulling off his gloves with a tired sigh. His eyes met mine, and I could already tell from the set of his jaw that things were getting more complicated. “He’s stable... for now,” he said, his voice low but steady. “But we’re on borrowed time, Joanne. His heart can't take another hit like that.” I swallowed hard, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I struggled so hard to keep myself under control.

I added, as my heartbeat increased. Probably searching for words, but couldn't find any, he walked away in silence after looking at me as if I was desperate and crazy. Watching as he took the stairs and headed to his room, made me feel so stupid and less fo myself. What was I thinking? I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Why was I even desperate to get his attention? This marriage is purely a business transaction, and I should stick with it to avoid getting heartbreak in the end.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.

" He said moving away from her. I could hear his footsteps getting louder. A creak sounded and I knew he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. I concentrated. I could hear his heart beating fast and his erratic breathing as he stood there. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the rhythm of his heartbeat and slowly drifted into a disturbed sleep.

They also felt extreme discomfort in their violently palpitating hearts, as though they had been hammered again and again and they were going to die at any time. At that moment, the group became immobilized, while the heartbeat only got louder. The mine and Devil’s Hill shook, and the surrounding waters trembled. The vast boundless ocean became turbulent as the heartbeats churned up the waves. The sound then spread to distant areas. “What is that?” “A heartbeat! It is the Fiend Lord’s heart! The Fiend Lord’s heart is appearing!” “Oh my God! The Fiend Lord’s heart is actually here?!”

The pressure eased slightly, my heartbeat slowing just enough for me to breathe. But it didn’t go away, it just reduced the effect of the sounds but I could still hear them and everything else. The wind sounded louder than it should have. The trees rustled like voices whispering secrets I couldn’t understand. I could hear something small moving through the underbrush nearly thirty feet away. My own breath sounded too loud, Draven’s heartbeat was slower while Darius’s was faster. I sucked in a breath and froze. Why could I hear that? Why could I?

“For nothing.” Distant footsteps interrupt our conversation. My heart starts hammering in my chest as I turn to look at the closed door. A pair of those approaching feet belong to my father. In just a matter of seconds, that door will open and I'll meet face to face with him again, after many months. I'm clenching and unclenching my fist by my side as I stare intensely at the door. My heart is beating in my throat and I hear the sound of my heartbeat resonating in my ears. The breath I'm blowing out through my nostrils is so hot, it will burn anything it touches.

The heart is pretty fascinating if you think about it. I heard one could die of a broken heart. How the tiny strings in your heart - chordae tendineae, would cause arrhythmia when under severe emotional distress. The Japanese called this condition - Takotsubo which means octopus trap. I wonder if one could truly hear a broken heart. You could hear abnormalities like arrhythmia so you can surely hear a broken heart. Did it sound sad?, Like how if you could hear someone's heart stop beating when someone's heart is struggling to function properly would be sad.

But then, a sound pierced through the silence—a faint, rapid thumping distinct from their heartbeats. Daniel's brow furrowed. Instinctively, he tuned his sharp Alpha senses to locate the source. His heart skipped as he realized the sound wasn't external—it was coming from Clara. The rhythmic beat was soft yet undeniable, like a tiny drum echoing through her body. He sat up, careful not to disturb her, and pressed his ear gently against her abdomen. The realization hit him like a tidal wave. "Another heartbeat..." Daniel whispered, awe lacing his voice. His pulse quickened. Could it be?