Heart Beat Novel Novels & Stories

I almost threw up inside the car even prior to drinking because Boaz was so fucking excited, he beat the red light on one of the traffic signs. We had to circle around the neighborhood, trying to lose the patrol car tailing us. And if I tell you, I am a tad disappointed with Lev, because I thought he was the calmest, mature, and sane among them. But when Boaz was going crazy with the wheel and Hiro was cheering for him, Lev was smirking beside me, looking so proud. At some point, I started seeking help on Seon, but he seemed to be also praying for his life silently on my other side. So, I just sat stiffly in between two men and suck it all up. Not to mention, I had nowhere to find support or

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.

Pain shot to my heart from every nerve in my body, breaking it into a million pieces. Everyone else had a different reaction to the young man who just walked into the room. “Is that the Alpha’s son?” Someone whispered, “Oh my God he is so handsome.” Of course, he was handsome. But no one seemed to notice the fact that I was out of breath, and how terribly I was shaking. Because this really cannot be. His eyes went up and met mine, and his cold eyes widened in shock when he saw mw. Jackson? Jackson was my future husband? The same man who had made my life a living hell?

I shut my eyes closed so tightly that it began to hurt. Just then, his phone rang and I was glad it did at that moment because, despite the fact that I was still in pain, I was beginning to feel my body reacting to his soft kisses as my imagination became wild. "Hello! Mr Q , yeah I turned it off.Oh! Alright, I will be expecting you." Just hearing that name, my heart began to beat. The reason why it was beating this fast, I do not know. Maybe it was because of the fact that I have waited so long for this time to arrive or I'm anticipating the outcome of this meeting.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Heat spiraled through the room like a rising volcano, scorching, and suffocating, only to flip in the next second into a brutal freezing cold snapping through the air, sharp enough to make teeth chatter. Lyn… what did you do that I wasn’t aware of? What was it that keeps dragging you through this cycle of rebirth and calamity? “Tell me…” he growled. The pressure around him intensified. Ice crept across the floor from nowhere, crawling up walls and furniture, while waves of blistering heat pulsed between, as though fire and winter were fighting for dominion. It spread fast, as if both were fighting to dominate the whole mansion. “Are you insane?!” Mr. Carter shouted, stumbling back as frost c

His thumb brushed gently over my cheekbone, a soft, stroking caress. I couldn’t breathe. My hands, acting on their own, came up. One settled over his, holding it against my face. The other came to rest on his chest, right over his heart. I could feel the strong, steady beat through the soft cotton of his shirt. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. “Elliot,” he breathed, my name a sigh. He leaned in, his forehead almost touching mine. “You called. How could I not come?”

Then he nods. Then Dr. Carter says something and the room moves and I stop thinking about shareholder meetings and twelve-year conspiracies and corridors and Gabriel Kane and all of the things that have been requiring my attention for six weeks and I think about one thing. The heartbeat. Small and fast and completely certain of itself. The way it was from the very beginning. The way she has always been. Already certain. Already here.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

She shrieked but I never heard the rest of her words cause she quickly hurried away. I calmed down almost immediately wondering what the fuck was happening to me, I hurried to my room maybe I could find the answers in my spell book but when I walked in, I saw Damien holding it. I froze, my eyes widened. *How did he figure out where I put it?* "Oh! What are you doing with my novel? Don't tell me you read now" I giggled nervously plucking the book out of his hands. "Is that a novel? Looks more like a spell book to me" He responded.