Heartbeat Books Novels & Stories

A prophecy vendor began screaming because all his prophecies came true simultaneously and contradicted one another. Ben lifted his wrist. On his cufflink was a tiny dark-gold compass sigil. Katherine had given it to him as a joke after the third time he saved reality with paperwork. He pressed it. "Ledger Protocol," he said. "Manual interval enforcement." Every contract in the market received the same line. SETTLEMENT REQUIRES A BREATH. Mercy stared. "You hardcoded delay into the transaction layer." "I monetized patience." "That is obscene." "That is finance."

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room bore into my eyes, amplifying the throbbing in my head. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils, a sickening reminder of where I am and why. My body aches, each movement sending sharp pains through my bruised ribs, but it's nothing compared to the agony in my heart as I wait for news about Naomi.

She also felt what Lucian felt. Not long after, the doctor along with Horace walked into the room in a hurry. "Doctor! Please. Save my uncle," Lucian said in a panic as he stood up from the bed. "Y-yes, my king," the doctor replied and did as his king said. Lucian and Horace watched the doctor who was examining Luther, injecting medicine into his body with their worried eyes while Selina kept in tears. The doctor then stood up from the bed after he had finished treating Luther and stood facing them. "How is he?" Lucian asked into his eyes. "He's had a heart attack. I've done what I could. We'll have to wait until he wakes up," the doctor replied.

"Well, lets have some food. I wasn’t lying when I said I was starving. I actually am." I nodded and entered Alberto's. Mr. Ford waved for us and we went over to him. An waitress approached us to offer us the menue card and once she looked at Noah, her expression changed. But she didn’t say anything and went near another waitress, told her something and they looked equally excited. "What would you like to have?" "Huh?" I was confused for a moment as my mind was somewhere else. "Oh, let me see." Once we all decided, Mr. Ford called the waitress and gave her our order. She quietly noted them down, but I could see she was suppressing her emotional overflow of glee. Once done, she looked at Noah

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.

He asked as he checked my arm and I shook my head. "Care to introduce yourself?" Jayson asked in a cold tone and I gave him a cold glare. "Noah Clayton, I'm a cardiologist." Noah introduced himself. "Jace Rae." Jace said as he put his hand out and Noah shook his hand. "Jayson Rae." He introduced himself but not bothered to shake hands with him.

Anya Quinn's frail body trembled as she spoke through quiet sobs. Victor's eyes glimmered with pain as his fists tightened, his knuckles turning white. "No. I won't stand here and watch something happen to you." The standoff hung in the air until the head of the research institute stepped toward me. "Chief Quinn, Ms. Anya was bitten by a zombie, but for some reason, she hasn't turned. If we could study this, we might be able to develop an antiviral. That would be a contribution to all of humanity." His eyes gleamed with a fanatical light.

She turns to me smiling. "Everything is okay Mr Hale. Apart from the bruises on her face, she is fine." I am too shocked to respond. I guess I haven't gotten used to the idea of being a father. Aella is equally quiet, she has refused to look at me since I came in. "Let me show you something." Aella and I look at the monitor of the machine immediately. I am too stunned to speak, too overwhelmed to breathe. I let go of Aella's hands, moving closer to the screen. It is my child's heartbeat, and it is perfect.

“It is already doing it.” Silence. She stared at the screen. Then whispered, “So what name does it give us.” That question changed the room again. Even the system seemed to pause. Then the text updated. Slowly. Deliberately. COHERENCE ENTITY DESIGNATION: “A-01/A-02 INTERLOCKED HEART STATE” Silence. Anna blinked slowly. “…interlocked heart state.” Adrian read it silently again. Then said quietly, “That is not standard nomenclature.”

When Ava said her job was boring, he bought her a custom silver-gray sports car, the license plate ending in her birthday. And me? I got a few lines of AI code to keep me placated.