Distant Heart Sounds Novels & Stories

he says, pointing again. “How do you know that?” I ask, remembering that he showed Victor as well. He just shrugs and smiles at me. I move the stethoscope to where he indicated and… My eyes go wide and snap to Victor’s as…I hear it. At first it sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick, but then…the rhythm changes, like listening to two drums at once – sometimes the beats mixing, sometimes distinct. “Oh…oh my god…” I murmur, starting to cry again.

"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

And somewhere deep in the distance, the faint echo of a heartbeat pulsed once. Then…

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."

He is hurting me. "Open your mouth!" I flinch when he screams at me. He sounds so different, his eyes are so distant, and I immediately remind myself that I forced him to show me this part of him. My mouth immediately opens, partly in excitement and partly in fear. His hand leaves my chin, trailing down my stomach to my clit. My eyes roll back when he touches me. He starts stroking my clit slowly, forcing a moan from me. I scream when he slams three of his fingers inside me, finger fucking me like a man possessed.