Distant Heart Sounds Novels & Stories

What had he heard? And then I heard it too. Strange sounds. Unfamiliar sounds. They were coming from outside the chariot, and they were getting closer. David's face went still, his eyes locked on something in the distance. I felt a shiver run down my spine as the sounds grew louder, more distinct. It sounded like... footsteps. Heavy, deliberate footsteps. Coming closer.

As if they were standing right beside me. "Did you finish the assignment?" "Not yet." I stared at the wall. My heart began beating faster. How could I hear them? The rooms weren't even connected. I stood up. The moment my feet touched the floor, another sound hit me. A heartbeat. Then another. Then another. I looked toward the wall. "What the hell?" I could hear the people next door breathing. I could hear their heartbeats. My own heartbeat became louder. Thump. Thump. Thump. I pressed both hands against my ears. "Stop." But the sounds didn't stop. They became louder. The cricket outside. The footsteps in the hallway. The cars. The voices. The heartbeats. Everything.

One moment she was standing in her ruined living room arguing with the boy who'd lied to her, and the next, the whole room had gone strange around the edges, sounds swelling and receding in ways that made no sense. A heartbeat. Not her own — too far away, too steady, too calm to be the frantic thing hammering in her own chest. She could hear her mother's, three feet away, quick and thin with fear. She could hear Damien's, slower, deliberate, like he'd trained himself to keep it that way. And beneath both of them, layered underneath like a second and third and fourth voice joining a chorus she hadn't asked to hear, more heartbeats from somewhere outside — the wolves in the yard, dozens of pul

"It’s empty but the main floor is directly through the double doors on the northern wall. I can hear five... no six distinct heartbeats above the mechanical drone. Two are human. The rest are corrupted." "Is my Dad one of the humans?" I asked with my voice flat and stripped of the panic that had nearly killed me forty feet below. Kael closed his eyes and had his head tilting slightly as he separated the auditory data. "The rhythm is erratic. Tachycardia. Whoever it is, they’re under severe physiological stress. It matches the signature of an older male." "Dad," I muttered. My father had a minor aortic valve regurgitation. If they had him strapped to a chair in a high-stress environment, his

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."

Professional mask slipping. "Is something wrong?" Veronica asked immediately. "I am just going to get the doctor," the technician said carefully. "I want her to look at something." My heart stopped. Veronica grabbed my hand, her grip tight. The doctor came in five minutes later. She studied the screen carefully, measuring something multiple times. Her face was neutral but I could read the concern in her eyes. "What is it?" I asked, my voice rough. "I am seeing something on the baby's heart," the doctor said gently. "It looks like a ventricular septal defect. A hole in the wall between the heart's lower chambers."

Far off, a long, distant howl rose and faded, sending a shiver down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself, but my heart wouldn’t slow. It pounded hard enough that I could feel it in my throat. “Calm down,” a voice said. I went still. The words weren’t spoken aloud, yet they were clear, firm, and impossibly close. Not carried on the wind. Not echoing through the trees. Inside me. My breath stuttered. “Who… who is that?” I tried to shout, panic clawing up my chest, but my throat felt like it had been scraped raw with gravel. The sound that came out was hoarse, broken, barely louder than a whisper.

The place smelled of old oil and dust, but her heart pounded louder than her footsteps. Damian stood at the far end, framed by broken windows and soft moonlight. His jacket was thrown over his shoulder, casual as ever, but his eyes-those eyes-were heavy with something she couldn't name. "You came," he said quietly. "You said no lies," she replied, voice steadier than she felt. "I meant it." He stepped closer, slow, deliberate. "You don't know the whole story, Alina. Jesse's not wrong. But he's not right, either."

He wondered why Nicholas had brought him here. A while later, he heard sounds. It was not the rumbling of thunder, nor was it the roaring of winds, or the heavy rain drops that fell to the ground; it was heartbeats. He heard two heartbeats. Listening closely, he heard indistinct voices. He ventured deeper into the forest, trying to locate where the voice came from. He shuffled through the trees, and the voice became vivid. He walked further till he came out of the woods into a small bush with clear paths.

Somehow, Daniel made that work and I didn't care to ask how. The fourth man, his name was imprinted in my head. Orion Huntington. This piece of shit had a daddy with pockets so deep that it almost made my father look like a pauper compared. With that being said, it was easy to hide his son's discrepancies and even easier to make finding the dipshit's medical records impossible. We had no idea that he had Dextrocardia — a condition where the heart pointed to the right side of the chest instead of the usual left. Because of that, the asshole survived. "Hey!" A voice called and I grinned to myself, "get off my car."