Heart Beat Novel Novels & Stories

I was too busy panicking about the kiss to feel anything. Ever since I kissed Byron, my heart had been sent into an overdrive. It was racing manically and I couldn't tell if it was my body's reaction to him or a symptom of my heart disease. Byron helped me into the car. My heart didn't seem to be calming down soon. It definitely was a symptom. "Are you okay?" I heard Byron ask. He sounded so far away. "Yes." I replied, looking out the window in an attempt to hide my tears. My hands started trembling.

Fiona was just drowning in her own fantasies. Unconvinced, she stood in front of him. “Do you love me, Silas?” She asked again He knew just how to stop her questions. He leaned in to kiss her, but surprisingly, she stopped him. Fiona placed his hand on her chest. He felt her heart pulsing, beating in a fine rhythm. Symptoms of a healthy heart. “Do you feel it?” She asked, her brows knitted. All he felt was her heartbeat. “Do you feel my love for you?,” She asked again.

She shifted slightly, crossing her arms defensively, her eyes narrowing. Lorenzo moved swiftly, pulling her toward him with a sudden strength that sent a jolt through her. She tensed instantly, every muscle in her body coiling tight as his fingers brushed against her waist, seeking out the hidden knives. Her pulse quickened, each beat hammering in her ears as his hands moved with unsettling precision, disarming her with a calm she didn’t expect.

"My Girl, Amaia." Kei wrote this book for her! "Can you turn the book to the last page?" Kei softly said. Amaia slowly opened the book and looked at the last page... She then saw a velvet blue box in a square whole inside the book. She almost forgot how to breath when she opened the little box. She immediately saw a diamond engagement ring, and it was the most beautiful thing! Kei then knelt down, as he lovingly stared at Amaia. "Will you continue writing the next chapters of our lives, Amaia? Will you marry me?" he finally dropped the question.

The glow from the bedside lamp painted shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the calm curve of his mouth. “What makes you say that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He closed his book, setting it on the nightstand with deliberate slowness. “Because your heartbeat’s racing.” “It’s not.” “It is,” he said, eyes glinting. “I can feel it. It’s loud.” I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the truth pulsed through the bond, betraying me completely. His calm heartbeat against my racing one created a strange, rhythmic tension, unsteady, magnetic.

The boss's promises must be pretty convincing to have cultivated employees with impressive loyalty. I switched tactics and asked, "Who's your boss? Did I offend him or something? I'm just a broke student, so why did he kidnap me?" "Boss said…" He paused, as if to search for the exact wording. "He lost… a heart with you." His words sent a chill down my spine. Why did the words "lost a heart" sound so familiar? The car sped out of the city and veered into country lanes I had only seen in Canverlian dramas. Towering, perfectly-trimmed hedges lined both sides of the lanes to form a dark wall that cut us off from the rest of the world.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

One of Avery’s bare legs was hooked possessively over Vivian’s thigh, and her hand was splayed flat against the center of Vivian’s chest, resting right over her heart. The heat radiating between them was heavy and inescapable, a stark contrast to the sterile, organized life Vivian usually maintained. The barrier she had carefully constructed was gone, replaced by a quiet, shared warmth that felt both foreign and oddly grounding. Vivian lay perfectly still, her heart hammering against her ribs, terrified that any sudden movement would wake the woman beside her. Every sense was heightened, focused entirely on the weight and presence of Avery. She knew she should re-establish the perimeter, fin

Sofia's name flashed across my phone screen, and something in the particular timing — a Tuesday afternoon, no scheduled reason for her to call — made my stomach tighten before I'd even answered. "Ivy." Her voice carried an urgency I hadn't heard in years, not since the earliest, most dangerous chapters of this family's complicated history. "Damien collapsed during his morning walk. He's conscious, but the paramedics are taking him to the hospital now. They think it might be his heart." The world narrowed to a single point of terrified focus, every other consideration — the lavender, the garden, the ordinary Tuesday I'd been quietly enjoying — collapsing instantly into pure, desperate urgency

“Tell me. It’s frustrating that I could feel your uncertainty, but I can’t read your mind.” “It’s just… What if you change your mind?” I traced the neckline of his black cashmere sweater. “I can’t really rely on your words, you know. You changed your mind too many times since we met.” “I know.” He grabbed my right hand, pressing it right where his heart was. “But do you feel that?” I nodded, bewildered at the thumping beneath my palm. It’s interesting when every lore I’ve read spoke of vampires as undead, without a heartbeat. And here he is, a vampire with a beating heart.