Heartbeat 81 Novels & Stories

He was looking for a "Ghost." "I know you're there, Elara," Silas whispered, his fingers flying over a keyboard that used the same symbols as my Interface. "I can feel the 'Pulse' in the network. You aren't the System. You’re the **Heart**." I felt a surge of warmth in my violet chest. My BPM spiked, causing a brief, beautiful aurora to appear over the North Pole. "Silas..." I whispered, my voice vibrating through his speakers. He froze. He looked at the monitor, his eyes—still that deep, human brown—filling with tears.

Ever since the arena that day, her heart rate curve had persisted, steady, continuous, like an unbreakable thread. He added the "L" folder to the startup items. From then on, every morning when the system booted, the first window that opened was always that heartbeat curve. He would look at it, confirm it was still there, confirm she was still there, and only then switch to the monitoring interface to begin work.

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—"

I answer, unsure. “You’re not even aware?” I scratch my head in embarrassment, and he sighed in response. “You’re too conscious of what’s around you. You’re not paying attention to your own sound at all, idiot.” Idiot? “Here. Let’s try again, only up to here.” He points at the first rest of the arrangement. “This time, don’t listen to anything else besides your own. Okay? One, two, three–” We started playing one more time. I was so scared when we synced at the first measurement, but I tried as hard as I could to listen only to my sound. I didn’t even look up. I was just staring down on the drums after we reached the first rest.

So after thinking about all that I felt like going to that room to finish what I had given myself permission to start. I tried to get out of bed, I had a lot of pain on the right side of my body. With my left hand I held that part of my body that hurt. I finally managed to get up. I walked slowly towards the door of the room. I was too disoriented, I did not understand where I was. After completely leaving my room and closing the door behind me, I kept walking until I found the first door. With sweaty hands I grabbed the lock, it slipped, I wiped my hand on the kind of robe I was wearing. I grabbed the lock again and turned it, very nervous. When I opened the door I found a man in his eighti

Nova nodded his head. "I don't have panic attacks or panic disorder but my heart is beating fast too. Everyone who exercises, heart rate Will increases. It's commonplace." Nova was stunned to hear Liana's explanation. "There is only one message from me, Director. Don't forget, remember what I said, everyone's heartbeat is the same." Even though it was difficult, Liana convinced Nova and asked Nova to remember it that a rapid heartbeat is commonplace, not only for Nova but also for everyone. "I've known this before, but when you say it sounds great," said Nova. "You are truly amazing, Secretary Liana."

His eyes were open but rolled back, showing mostly white. "How long?" I asked. "Hour and seventeen minutes," Marina said, moving to check his monitors with hands that still shook a little. "He should be dead. His heart rate—" She pointed at the monitor. 200 beats per minute. The readout showed it had been that way for over an hour. "That's not possible," I said. "I know. But we checked. Different monitors, manual count—it's real. His heart's been sprinting for an hour straight. It should have—" She stopped, swallowed. "Any other kid would be dead. But somehow he’s still kicking."

Maeve, what makes you think your past relationship would affect our future? He looked at me with an unwavering gaze. "I missed the years before I met you, but for every moment I wasn't there, I'll spend a lifetime loving you to make up for it." The warmth emanating from his palm conveyed a strong sense of determination and security. My heart couldn't help but melt at his passionate words as well. He stared at me, his eyes oozing with affection. "Don't see this as just a marriage of convenience. Instead, I want to know how you really feel. Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

“Definitely a baby in there. Nice strong heartbeat.” “Oh wow,” Cameron whispered. Aislen turned her head to where the four men stood near the desk. Cameron was grinning through tears. A muscle worked in the corner of Heath’s jaw as he fought for control. Talen used his thumbs to capture his tears. And Rhett’s face was hidden in his hair, but his throat worked as he swallowed hard, and she knew from the wash of emotion in his mind, that he was moved by the sound of that rapid beat. “Is it… Ahem,” Heath had to clear his throat. “It’s very fast. That’s normal right? I read that’s normal. But it’s one thing to read and another to hear…”

When the radiating heat between them finally clicked and with a sudden awkwardness they seperate. They look everywhere but at each other as Hiya mesmerised and overwhelmed with Ahil's gesture looked down. While Ahil with an uneven heartbeat was trying to conclude those foreign emotions gripping his chest cast a glance at his wrist. Ahil realised it was past midnight now, as his hazel brown orbs observed the gold frame watch. Cutting through the awkward silence, he inquired, "It's getting quite late... Could you share your address with me? So, I'll make sure you get home safely."