Heartbeat 81 Novels & Stories

★★★ Switzer was in the backyard, and his in a place where he was probably facing an ocean. The Niger ocean which passed the back of the V.W.S.I. He was staring at the ocean as he puts his hand into his pocket. And bring out his phone and then he dialed the number of Wisdom. And Wisdom picked up the call immediately. "Hello, can you hear me?" Switzer said to him. "Yeah, right and clear" Wisdom replied. "Where are you...? are you guys still coming to work?" Switzer asked. "I don't know yet, it's all in the hands of Mikel" Wisdom replied.

"Like it's trying to... break out." "Shit," I curse under my breath, already sliding one arm around his back. "Okay. Okay. Just breathe with me. In... slow... out. In... slow... out." His free hand finds my thigh and grips hard enough to bruise, as he struggles to maintain a steady rhythm. "You're okay," I mutter, even though I'm not sure I believe it. “Random fact," I say quickly, words tumbling out. "Did you know the average heart beats about a hundred thousand times a day? That's like... thirty-five million beats a year. Yours is just putting in overtime tonight. Overachiever."

"The server is reporting our location to a ghost IP, Chalida. Every heartbeat of the cooling fan, every millisecond of data transfer—it’s broadcasting." Pim’s voice was a flat, jagged blade, cutting through the low hum of the penthouse’s ventilation. She thrust her tablet under her sister’s nose. "Look at the packet timestamp. It’s not just a trace. It’s a ping-back to Mother’s personal security subnet. Someone physically bypassed the firewall at the distribution level."

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

For a long time, I didn't move. Then I heard it again—A heartbeat. Not from the room, not from the corridor. Somewhere far away. Slow, heavy and waiting.

We started to test on it one by one and decided to wait around 10 minutes for the result. I pulled her back to the room and pulled her into a hug. I can feel her heart beating fast and I calmed her down by giving small kisses on her cheek and lips. "I hope I'm pregnant." She said in a small tone. "Me too." I said and she buried her face to my neck. I can feel her heavy breathing on my skin. I know she's so nervous about the result. Her phone alarm when off telling us that it's been 10 minutes. We walked back into the bathroom together and Jaclyn was so nervous to even look.

“ Go back to your work, Hannah. I can do this by myself. “ Hannah had no choice but to resist Danielle from helping her. Anthony was tremendously furious right now and making a good conversation with him is not a good option right now. Danielle pushed the downward button on the elevator. She went inside silently with a sad look on her eyes when it opened. Again, Anthony along with his bodyguards went inside too. They were all inside the elevator. The bodyguard near the elevator’s button control pushed the number 8 which is where the marketing department is located. Danielle was perspiring due to the heavy loads she was carrying. The two bodyguards glanced at her once more with pity on her.

His fist and jaw were clenched and all I c an do is gulp because of nervousness and the fast beating of my heart. 'Oh, Gabriel. What have you done?'

she rolled her eyes. Why did my heart stop beating? "There he is. Hey babe, come over here. Look who I found" She waved to someone behind me. Shit.

“No, that doesn’t make sense. We didn’t agree to anything.” Malik’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s not how systems like this work.” A beat. “They don’t ask.” The room responded again. Not with sound. With pressure. Keisha felt it behind her eyes now, like the space itself had become more aware of her breathing pattern. She instinctively took a small step back without realizing it. Malik noticed. “You feel that?” he asked quietly. Keisha nodded once. “Yeah.” “That’s feedback,” he said. Her eyes narrowed slightly.