Heartbeat 64 Novels & Stories

Danielle answered. Anthony thought for a while. He was brushing her hair with his big hands while his other hands were around her waist, to support her balance. “ I'll name him Daniel Angelo. From your name, my love.” “ That's a good name. I like it!” Then, Danielle's babies moved once more in her tummy. This time , she felt a tremendous pain. “ Honey, it hurts!” Danielle touching her belly while aching in pain. “ What?! Hold on, my love!” Anthony got panicked and nervous. He quickly carried her into his arms and carefully placed her on his car.

152 I’m quick, putting the file back together the way that I found it and sliding it back into the slot that I pulled it from. I ignore the soreness lingering in my knees as I rise to my feet and head for the door, glancing at the lockscreen on my phone that, to my relief, reads ‘6:14AM’. I have time. … 192.168.1.152 … 192.168.1.152 … 192.168.1.152

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

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.

***Six months earlier*** ____Phone Beeps_____ *****Emma***** Today was like every other day for me, although there was something special today. My morning started with my phone beeping with both text messages and threatening calls from my father's creditors and it had been my alarm for the past few days. My mother, Jane Parker, and I had just moved to New York City after my father passed away, leaving us with debts to settle. I wanted a fresh start for myself and my mother, and this came with the hope of getting my dream job.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

*Next Morning * "Beeb Beeb" oh god I hate that sound of my alarm. I look at it. it's 9:30 I made my morning routine. I wash my face, brush my teeth and because I'm bored so I'm going to take a quick shower, I head to the bathroom. After I stripped out of my clothes. I stand under the hot water relaxing my muscles. After I finished I wrapped a towel around my body. while I'm brushing my long brown hair, I hear my phone making that ding sound which means that I have received a message. I grape my phone and open the massage.

Despite the initial arrangement, Alexander had grown genuinely fond of Bridget and gifted her the necklace on her birthday. But the next time Alexander saw that necklace, it was on national news. Victor Blackwell, had publicly gifted the amulet to Bridget during the grand opening of one of his firms. The media portrayed it as though Victor had procured the necklace himself, enhancing the narrative of their romantic involvement. Bridget and Victor became the trending couple, their story splashed across tabloids and news channels. Alexander, who had yet to make his relationship with Bridget public, watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of anger and betrayal.

He seized me, his hand clamping around my throat, slamming me against the wall with brutal force. The suffocating pressure swallowed me whole, sharp pain pricking my chest like a thousand needles. That look in his eyes—it was the same as in my last life, the same gaze he had thrown at me countless times. "Let go…" I clawed at his arm with every ounce of strength. His hand twitched under the pain, then he flung me aside. The impact sent me crashing to the ground, but in that instant, I saw his hand twitch forward on reflex, only for him to clench it tight and yank it back, leaving nothing but venomous hatred burning in his gaze.

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.