Heart Beat Novel Novels & Stories

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

It’s surprising how quickly I’ve grown accustomed to his presence, to the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me to sleep. Restless, I climb out of bed and pad downstairs, thinking a glass of warm milk might help soothe my racing thoughts. But as I descend the stairs, I freeze, hearing unfamiliar voices emanating from the living room. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up - something isn’t right. Stefano would have turned on the lights if he had brought guests over, but the house is shrouded in darkness. My heart hammers in my chest as I start to turn back, intending to retrieve my phone from the bedroom. But before I can take a step, a blinding pain explodes in the back of my head. I

She then brought her face closer to his when she didn't hear the answer. Her eyes suddenly opened wide with her heart beating rapidly as he opened his eyes, slipping his hand behind her neck kissing her on the lips.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

Their cozy bedside chat created a sanctuary of warmth that drowned out the sound of the storm battering the window. … It was the following morning when one of the household staff rushed in to report. "It's an emergency, Mrs. Weaver. That man has passed out!" Danielle got dressed and went outside to check, only to find that Matthew had actually waited through the night. He was burning with fever and lay unconscious on the ground, so she arranged for him to be transported to the hospital. Matthew grabbed her hand as soon as he regained consciousness, his voice sounding incredibly raspy. "You actually brought me to the hospital. That means you actually still care about me, Danielle."

Their hearts beat differently. My hand moves to my stomach. Their hearts beat differently. Cassius said that. He asked me why my heartbeat sounds different. I did not have an answer. Now I might. I take the book back to my room. Rina is still asleep. I slip the book under my pillow. Lie down. Stare at the ceiling. My mind is racing. If I am part dragon, everything makes sense. The healing. The fainting. The heat in my chest. The way Cassius's fire did not burn me.

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

“You sure what you feel isn’t just… proximity to truth?” My breath hitched, and my heart almost skitted to a stop before picking its pace, and fucking shot through the roof. He saw it all unfolding before his eyes. His hand slowly descended to my left breast, then lower, until it spread underneath the globe, and right above the ribs that cocooned the little organ that was close to burning through the cage and out of my body. “You hear that?” He said quietly, my heartbeat drumming into his pulse. My pulse danced on my neck like it was something alive. “That heartbeat? It’s mine. All of it.”

I took out a white t shirt and sweatpants, and some underwear. I wore them and then walked barefoot to Melodys room, " Good morning my sleeping beauty, I hope you slept well. I had dreams of you and our son, him playing running in the grass us chasing him. But I woke up and it was all just a dream, your heart rate is abnormally high today " when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand.

The bond in my chest lurches violently, four familiar heartbeats suddenly joined by a fifth, not Selene's mother's, not the mysterious threat still darkening the sky outside, but Wren's own pulse, hammering in perfect, terrible rhythm alongside mine. And beneath that, faint but unmistakable, I feel something new begin to stir, something that doesn't match any rhythm I've felt tonight, not Jodan's steady control, not Riven's restless fury, not Lucien's quicksilver energy, not Eryx's calm, not even Wren's frightened, hopeful pulse now tangled with mine. A sixth heartbeat. Belonging to someone standing directly outside the chapel's shattered doors, close enough now that I can hear the distinct,