Novel & Cerita Distant Heart Sounds

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.

That’s when I heard it. The faintest sound, almost imperceptible—like soft footsteps against the marble floor, moving just outside the window. My heart jolted, and I held my breath, straining to listen. The sound came again, but this time from the trees, a quiet rustle, like someone hiding between the leaves.

"Please.. help me." "No and I'm pretty sure that.. I made it clear." I said as I looked away. I don't know why that I couldn't look at her when she's this close. It made my heart race for some reason and this won't be good. I'm a cardiologist for god sakes, I know my own symptoms. "Please.. I can be your girlfriend or maybe your wife. I can be anything you want." She said and I pushed her away gently. "Noah, we both have chemistry back then.. maybe we should try this relationship."

Grief, loneliness… anger. “Gosh-!” I jumped in shock when a sudden static noise was heard from the speaker, indicating an aggressive pull of the guitar cable from the amplifier. I moved closer to the stage to take a peek, but I flinched again when I heard a grunt of frustration and heavy footsteps walking away. I covered my mouth and ran outside the hall in a hurry. God, did he hear me? Was I disturbing him? Is he the type to get annoyed when someone is observing them when they’re practicing? Damn, it wasn’t even intentional that I heard him play. It just so happens that I was in the hall!

she nods, eager to do anything to save the woman we've both grown fond of. "Good. Now keep her in position, but don't crowd or suffocate her. Every thirty seconds, I want you to check her breathing through her nose. Monitor it, and if it becomes more shallow or if it picks up, you have to tell me, okay?" She nods, and I close the door, moving to the driver's seat and immediately driving away. My dads hospital is a thirty-minute ride away from here, and as much as I'd prefer to take Dorothy to a hospital where I'm sure of their expertise, I can't risk wasting so much time. I have to take her to a closer hospital. "Noah, her breathing is too shallow," Tatum reports in a panic.

I could hear something. It was distant, muffled by the thick, damp air surrounding me. It was rhythmic, a one-two clacking sound that thumped down through the ceiling. I wondered if I was underground. Though still muffled, the sound got louder. The one-two suddenly shifted, turning from a meaningless beat to footsteps.

The sound felt brittle, like dried leaves skittering across a stone floor. He didn't turn around. "I can hear the machines, Kaima. Even from here. Above the sound of the wind, above the sound of the people in the streets... I can hear that low, rhythmic thrumming. It sounds like a heart, but it’s too steady. It’s too perfect. It’s the sound of something that doesn't know how to die."

My heart, something that had felt distant for so long, began to beat louder, faster, as if it was trying to catch up with something it had missed. I couldn’t look away. All I could feel was my loud heartbeat.

I stare down at my hands, chest heaving. "Don't stop," I whisper desperately. I don't know if I'm begging myself. Or it. The heat surges again. This time deeper. My bones ache. Not breaking, but stretching. My jaw throbs. Teeth press painfully against my gums. The air in the cabin thickens. My hearing sharpens violently. I can hear: Wolves in distant cabins. Boots on gravel outside. The wind through trees. A heartbeat— Not mine. Farther away. Steady.

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.