Five Heartbeats I Feel Like Going On Novels & Stories

Making it to the doorway, my heart drops to my feet as I see his heart rate flat line. "Someone fucking do something!!!!" I screech. "Don't just stand there. Someone... DO SOMETHING!!" I cry. I can feel the bond withering away, like ashes being swept into the wind.. My heart is constricting, my breathing feels like it could stop any second.

“ Forgive me for trespassing, it's just that you looked stressed”, Cole said, his arms still wrapped around me, his body moving a little bit to and fro as if he was dancing to a song. “ Apology accepted”, I said, smiling tiredly and resting my head on his shoulders. I miss it, resting my head on his shoulders and just listening to his heart beat. He had a different heart from what most people had; at least that was what I thought. The human heart was supposed to beat for about sixty-something a minute. I can't actually remember how many times exactly, but I was sure that it was more than sixty times. His heart was beating only fifty-nine in a minute, which to me, was abnormal. I had even tea

That's what the doctors had said after all. “But still…” she placed her hand against her chest. Her heartbeat felt odd.. it was too steady…too precise. Almost like it was mechanical. Anna frowned. She had studied enough biology to know that a normal heart beat felt like…”lub-dub…lub-dub” This felt different like…”whirr…click…whirr.” Her breath caught. Did she imagine that? She pressed her palm harder against her chest. Nothing. Just silence. “Get a grip,” she muttered to herself. Her body had been through surgery. “Of course things would feel strange.” She needed fresh air so she went for a walk.

I kept praying with my head down low. I was snapped out from my thoughts and felt my heart skipping a beat as soon as I saw America’s heartbeat raising to fifty, sixty until it was gradually increasing which caused me to cry even more. I was crying out of happiness as I kept thanking God for another chance he had given us. I kept kissing her hand and felt relieved seeing my wife’s heartbeat over the monitor starting to normalize.

My heartbeat was going so fast that I was worried it would escape from my chest. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I am dying. I. AM. DYING! I don’t want to die. Please… Someone help me… I am so scared.

Asher immediately removes his eyes from mine and he doesn’t utter another word as he walks out. I let out a soft breath and sweep my hair to the back as I stare at the door, my heart beating loudly against my ribs. "Why are you beating so fast?" I mumble as I press a hand to my chest and I immediately drop it when I notice my doorknob turns. Nothing happens for almost a minute, then the door is finally opened and Felix walks in. My heart beats even faster than ever and I can barely hear anything else over the loud drumming. I think I might have developed a heart problem.

Four distinct pulses thudded through it, one after another, each so different it felt like four separate heartbeats had been jammed into my veins. The first was cold and sharp, like a line of ice traced down my spine. It left a sense of focus, of something vast and calculating, turning its attention northward, or southward, or wherever I was from it. The second came as a calm, steady thump in my chest. Warm, solid, like a healer’s hand pressed over a wound, assessing, not yet soothing. The third was fast and restless, tapping at my ribs like a foot that couldn’t stay still. Battle drum, quick decisions, a rising urge to *move*.

"So why not just make it official and get the old god in your chest to stop sleeping on the job?" "Because it's insane!" I wheezed, my hands pressing against his chest, feeling the steady, heavy thump of his heart beneath my palms. That heartbeat… so strong, so certain, almost made me believe everything would actually be okay. Almost. "It's all moving too fast. My brain is still stuck back at the academy dorms where we were just..."

“Good night.” I was taken aback after he said that before I could get up on my bed. There’s no harm, so I decided to say it back. “Y-Yeah, good night.” Why do I have to stutter every single time? I lay on the bed with embarrassment filling me up. Can I please stop stuttering whenever I talk? And what’s up with my heart? It keeps beating faster and gradually getting louder as if I ran thousands of miles. Don’t tell me… I do have heart disease now? Am I going to die? But that seems better since I might meet Lia— No! What the hell am I thinking? How long do I even have to think about this?

Tatum POV My heart is beating so fast I think I might have a heart attack. I sit in my chair with my face between my hands. Why is Fred doing this to me? I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady my beating heart and my breathing. The way he makes me feel is more powerful than I ever thought possible.