Heartbeat Bts 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.

The room felt smaller, suffocating almost, as the darkness outside crept in through the windows. With a sigh, she reached for her phone, its screen illuminating the dimly lit room. Two new messages blinked on the screen, both from unfamiliar numbers. Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she read the first one, her fingers trembling slightly. "The clock is ticking, hurry up and make a decision, Sophia " the message read, its tone sharp and urgent. "Don't bother wondering how I got your number, it's a normal thing for people in my class," it concluded, signed with the name Alexander Harrington.

My body had changed immediately and I was slowly getting uncomfortable. I was about to call Xavier when the door burst open and he hurried in. One look at me and he rushed to my side, held me tight and started rocking me like a baby. It actually worked because I’m just a few seconds, I was back to myself. “What happening? Your wristwatch went off.” He finally said when I was calm. That was when I remembered the watch. He got it for me so he could monitor me even when we are not with each other. It went off when I started reacting to the video, and than alerted him so he came running.

Just then, I heard footsteps and the voice of my father outside the sitting room and knew instantly what he meant; it was like a tsunami hitting me hard before I could realize it. Hot tears stung my eyes so painfully that they poured like a stream. "My name is Blake," he uttered and moved his hand over my neck gently, plucking out the heart- shaped pendant that hung over my necklace. He also did the same with his necklace pendant, which was a pearl ring.

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."

“Yes, sir.” “Activate Protocol Black.” There was a brief pause on the other end. Then Collins replied calmly. “Already in motion.” Helena’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” Alexander looked directly at her. “I let you think you were winning.” For the first time all night Helena looked uncertain. Vanessa glanced between them. “What’s Protocol Black?” Alexander’s voice remained calm. “A failsafe.” Helena’s gaze sharpened. “For what?” Alexander slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“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…”

The heart machine was not making its quiet beep. It was screaming. Beep-beep-beep-beep. The sound was not steady anymore. It was a warning. Maya jumped from her bed to the bed next to it. She grabbed Bensons wrist. His skin felt warm and a little sweaty.. When she pressed her thumb against his arm she felt something hard and metallic.

Seraphina's POV The heartbeat sounds like a war drum. Fast. Fierce. Impossibly strong for something the size of a lentil. Dr. Torres's portable ultrasound machine fills our bathroom with the rhythmic whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of our baby's heart, and I'm crying so hard I can barely see the screen. "Still there," Dr. Torres says, and the relief in his voice tells me he was worried too. "Heart rate at 145 beats per minute. That's perfect for four weeks."

“Is… Is that the…” “That’s the heartbeat,” he grinned, typing something into the machine. “Looks like this little one wanted you to hear it before anything else.” Although her mind encouraged her to check on Colton, to ensure he was okay, the muscles in her neck refused to budge, her gaze glued to the jellybean squiggling on the screen. The sonographer continued, “Beautiful heartbeat. 147 beats per minute.” “That’s okay?” Colton’s voice cracked, Kate’s attention hastily snapping to him. Watery eyes greeted her, his hands – still clasping hers – held to his lips. “147?”