Heartbeat 64 Novels & Stories

Seraphina asked again iwthout looking up from the food " I always become your second priority whenever you see food " " How do you always become the second when you've never even been first ?" Seraphina asked as she finally looked up at him " You're like sixth or so " ' Sixth ?!" He screamed " Yes sixth , first is me , second is mom and dad , third is my food , fourth is my company , fifth is Samira although they do interchange places sometimes and sixth is you Jason Bell " He suddenly stood up and pulled her up from her seat , taking her hand and pulling her away from the feast

The Engagement | Chaos Scarlet "Replay replay replay..." sung by the audience. I'm breathing heavily, holding the mic towards them. Lights from their phones shine brightly in the darkness of the arena. I sing the last line with them and bowing after. Downing their cheer, my name was chant repeatedly. "Chaos. Chaos. Chaos...." "Chaos" my brother called, waking me up in my daze, waving his hand in front of me. "The wedding is starting, don't tell me you're backing out?" he asked worriedly. Well, if you're an alpha and someone threatens your pack and that someone is a well-known bloodthirsty alpha that shockingly the mate of your younger brother, I guess you'll worry too.

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…" In impression, a good one, the brunette's lips bow, "Woah!" "If the heartbeats are calculated correctly, the door will be locked itself, meaning…" "...the beginning of a blooming love story." The prison gate locks from outside.

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.

"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."

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."

It was a flawless visual paradox—a piece of raw creative chaos that was sharper, more dangerous, and more devastatingly beautiful than any clinical logic model my processing units could ever generate. My thoracic metrics spiked instantly. My heart rate accelerated to ninety-eight beats per minute, the internal status monitor flashing a persistent amber warning code across my mental field: CRITICAL VARIANCE DETECTED in SECTOR_04. HEART RATE: 98 BPM. REGULATION LOOPS: FAILING.

I already knew that for six months, the person on the other end of the line had been nothing but cold code. The car was silent for a few seconds before he changed his tune. "Fine." "I'll clear my schedule tomorrow. I'll make time for you."