Heartbeat 64 Novels & Stories

The love prison both appears and feels like it's painted with liquid love— the creation is perfect, everything about it is perfect…except one thing. "Sir, will the metal door remain opened? Why is there no option to lock it from inside?" "That's actually the best part, Mr. Miller," Ethan dawdles ahead of him, basking in his what now has transformed into vanity, "The feature is still under development, it's a heartbeats calculator. According to resources, if a person's heartbeat is 83BMP or more than that, they may have fallen in love, is falling in love, or at least are starting to have intimate feelings…"

He closed the lid and locked the drawer. The lights went out. He sat in the dark. Her heartbeat continued beating in the darkness, not on the screen, but in his mind. Sixty-eight, sixty-seven, sixty-six. She was sleeping. He closed his eyes and breathed to that rhythm. Inhale, sixty-eight; exhale, sixty-seven; inhale, sixty-six. His heartbeat slowed with it, seventy, sixty-nine, sixty-eight. The two lines side by side, overlapping, separating, overlapping again.

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"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

Feeling uncomfortable, I took my earphones out and shoved them in my ear to focus. “Ms. Florence, you are fifteen minutes late.” my prof snarls at me with eyebrows raised, and I lowered my head in response. “Two points deduction for every five minutes delay, isn’t that what we agreed on?” “Yes, ma’am,” I said, frustrated, but I had no choice but to accept. “Good. You have six points deduction. You may go.” It was around my lunch break when I mindlessly went to the music hall. Suddenly, I became conscious of the people around me. The corridor wasn’t as packed as it is today, the first time I came here.

My hands are freezing cold and my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I'm going to go into cardiac arrest at any moment or simply burst out of my chest. "What is it, my daughter?" asks my dear father. I give a long sigh feeling a huge lump in my throat and my mouth starts to tremble. "I want to talk to you about something very important..." I start to sweat, feeling a kind of burning all over my stomach, rising up to the pit of my stomach. We leave the library very quietly or at least I do, it only provokes me to run away and not say anything, but that means losing Satoshi forever and I honestly can't let my cowardice win me over and just give up.

"Blood has already penetrated into her brain." Alexander's heart sank. "What can be done now?" he asked, his voice trembling. "And how long will it take for her to retrieve her memory?" "Amnesia cases usually last for minutes, hours, or days," the doctor replied. "In rare cases, it may last for months or years. But her case is really frightening." Alexander's eyes widened in horror. "What's the good news?" he asked, hoping against hope. "The good news is she's six weeks pregnant, congratulations Sir Alexander," Doctor Clemson said, reaching out his hand for a shake which Alexander took reluctantly, his mind still reeling.

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."