Heartbeat 64 Novels & Stories

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.

Everyone in the class cheers as she bring out her invitation cards "It is called, meet me time!, it where you meet your crush" she said as she is sharing it Lucia I just do eager to collect the invitation cards She was so happy and can't wait till her turn and she drag someone's own out of her hand "give me that Benita!" She said "Hey give it back to me!" Benita replied with non joke "It is okay Dearie's!" Miss Honey said as she hand over another one to Benita "The club starts 5:00pm and ending in 7:00, just 2 hours so hoping to see you all, my special guests" Miss honey said with smiles

he asked, the question that was medical and intimate, the ritual that was daily and essential. "Steady," Cyrus replied, the hand that moved to Arthie's chest, the monitoring that was habit and love. The fingers that found the intercostal space, the position that was precise, the listening that was through skin and muscle to the organ beneath. "Sixty-eight. The athlete's bradycardia that is healthy, that is optimal, that is—"

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

This wasn’t going to be easy for her to deal with, and he seemed to know that. “Sara, go back to sleep.” He whispered as he moved away from her slightly. She began to wonder if she was doing this wrong. Was there a certain way she was supposed to be? She didn’t know the first thing about any of this. She looked at him, and he could see the look in her eyes. “If we continue, you will have another ride, sweetheart.” “Another ride?” She asked, still not processing anything he was saying. “I am going to make love to you again,” Garrett said softly. “It has been long enough that my bed has been empty, and I find that I want you more and more.”

ADA's voice chimed in, "I'm detecting some anomalies in the tunnel's infrastructure. It looks like... Ah, wait. I've found something." "What is it?" Dr. Kim asked. ADA's response was immediate. "It appears to be a hidden server room. And there's a message encoded in the system. It reads: 'Project Elysium: Initiate Protocol 7'." Dr. Kim's eyes locked onto Andrea's, a look of determination in her gaze. "This could be the break we need to take down the organization." Dr. Kim's eyes sparkled with determination. "Let's dig deeper into Project Elysium. ADA, can you hack into the system and gather more information?"

Hudson's words were repeating themselves inside my head, taunting and searing every vein in my heart so that I could feel it bleed profusely. Every word he said really stabbed me severely into the deepest part of my soul, so my feet wobbled and hot tears stung my cheeks, especially when the Beta's daughter, his new girlfriend, giggled mockingly at me. "I came here to be certain she saved the vampire, and I've found out it is true. Now no one can understand how much she disgust me. I regret being her mate" He snapped in a stern voice, hissing in irritation, while I stood like a statue, my emotions wreaking havoc inside me, and I found it very tough to look up as my head sagged down to the flo

Deciding to check her messages again, she grabbed her phone. Nothing. He genuinely didn't care for her anymore. Who does he think he is, anyway? she thought, bitterness rising in her throat. She hadn’t been back to work since the accident, so she decided to check her emails, just to ensure she hadn’t left anyone important hanging. After several minutes of scrolling, one email with a weird heading snagged her attention: “Voss Holdings.” She clicked on it and began to read. Hello Miss Hart, From the desk of the CEO, Mr. Lucien Voss.

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,