Heartbeat 64 Novels & Stories

One hundred and sixty. The pacemaker is throwing glaring red error messages across my screen. It’s trying to fire, trying to shock the heart back into a normal rhythm. It doesn't work. Tariq’s compound is basically liquid chaos. It’s tearing Vane’s nervous system apart from the inside. "Security is on him," Max says. "They’re pushing the crowd back. Someone is yelling for a doctor." One hundred and ninety. Fibrillation. The heart isn't beating anymore. It’s just vibrating, totally unable to push blood through his body.

So she just nodded, her head moving slowly, her heart aching with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite understand hoping his words were true and not an act of pretense. He stood still, his words hanging in the air like a promise. He couldn't quite understand the depth of his own emotions, but he knew he meant every word he had said. His heart ached for Betty, but for not just the pain she was going through, he felt a strong urge to be there for her, to support her in any way he could.

when I saw the monitor beeping non stop, the doctor came in with an injection in his hand. " What is that for " I asked him, something wasn't feeling right and I had no idea what it could possibly be. " It's an injection for her heart, it is under strain and we suspect she might experience heart failure " why was it the first time I'm hearing about this. " Why wasn't I informed, if that was the case " I asked him before he could answer the doorbell rang it must be Hillary I had been expecting her.

"How can you be so-" "Before you can give me a long lecture about how careless I am. You should know that I'm suffering from a serious heartbreak caused by you and it made me not concentrate in everything so I took a wrong step when I was going down the stairs causing me to fall down. So.. I'm not careless, it's just I can't handle the heartbreak." I gave him a lot speech. "So you're blaming it on me?" Noah pointed at himself and the two nurses beside me chuckling secretly.

Although I knew it wouldn't work, I had to try everything possible to see if CM would come back. So, I knelt down properly beside him and then shut my eyes just like I had watched Jordan do. I didn't know what to focus my mind on, so I simply concerntrated on all the good times with CM and all the amazing memories we had shared. Nothing happened for the first two minutes of my attempt but I didn't stop. Without notice, my veins popped out and a sudden heat erupted in my chest. I wailed out in pain, gripping my burning chest. Then, I collapsed.

Anders stepped up to the bed and sternly replied, "No, she doesn't. She wants you to be strong and live again and be patient until you can be togehter again. Now, I want you to stop this foolishness. No more death talk!" He contunued to mumble a string of profanities at Anders and Finn, refusing to look at them when he heard Finn say, "Anders, you know what he needs. He needs another shock to his system. One that will jumpstart his heart, so that he knows he's alive." "True, true. What do you propose?" Drake looked from one to the other and shook his head, saying "No! Nope! Don't you dare Finn!"

Asher I woke up sweating profusely and my heart beating really hard and fast. I was so scared and it felt like I was having a heart attack. I wasn’t sick before going to bed but the dream I had was so scary and it just did a lot of things to my mental heart.

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.

he muttered. Keisha looked at him. “That’s what this is?” Malik nodded once. “Yes.” A pause. “And it escalates if we stay predictable.” The system voice returned. “Correction threshold increased.” Keisha’s jaw tightened. “So what happens at threshold?” Malik hesitated. That hesitation told her everything before he said it. Then: “Direct containment.” Silence. The room pulsed again—but this time it wasn’t random pressure. It was directional. Keisha felt it strike the edge of her balance first, like the system was learning exactly how much force was needed to move her without injuring her.

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.