Heartbeat Characters Novels & Stories

It wasn't a series of codes. It was a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. "Twins," Maya whispered, her breath catching. But that wasn't the shock. The heartbeats weren't rhythmic. They were communicating. The sound coming over the speakers wasn't a pulse; it was a sequence. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟰𝟬%.

A rapid, rhythmic, galloping sound filled the quiet clinic. It was loud, clear, and incredibly fast. "There," Dr. Tanaka breathed, a rare sigh of relief escaping her lips. "One hundred and forty beats per minute." "The heartbeat is strong." I let out a ragged sob, my head falling back against the leather pillow. Roman let out a choked sound, burying his face in my wet palm as his shoulders shook with heavy, silent tears. "He is alive," Roman whispered, his voice cracking. "Our heir is still breathing." I looked at Rocco.

“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.”

Staring at the bacon and eggs, I still couldn’t get over with that kiss. I still can feel his lips on me. Like it was still encrypted in my mind. I can’t even get to lick on my lips either. And what is this that I’m feeling? Like my stomach was aching or something. And my heart was racing. I took a deep breath and brought the food in my mouth. I feel like my hands were still trembling because of what he just did. And I’ve been wondering—what for and why?

“ Remember what you promise me... you promise that you'll stay by my side forever.....That you'll always love and care for me....That we'll live a happy life together with our twins....Please don't let me down, my love!” The nurses were touched by his sincerity and love for the patient. The doctor kept on giving instructions to his nurses while checking all Danielle's vital signs. The ventilator and heart beat monitor were frequently being checked by a male nurse. But Danielle's pulse kept on decreasing. “ This is bad!” The doctor mumbled when he observed what was happening in all the monitors. “ Danielle...please...I beg you...Don't you dare live me or I swear I'll take Celine as my wife

CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART ~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart.

"Sorry, everyone. I slipped out quietly. It's not exactly convenient for me to be on camera. Let's turn off the livestream for now." As her words fell, Bruce's livestream feed went black. The broadcast cut off, but the synchronized heart rate bar remained lit below the screen. Bright red numbers pulsed against the darkness: 154… 155… 156… The number kept climbing.

I'm not feeling any pain, but my heart is just beating faster than usual and I know why. I shut my eyes and bite my lower lips then pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How can someone be so hot!" I muttered to myself. I'm not even sure I'd be able to show my face in front of him again after what I saw. I felt this urge to hug him but I'm fuckin going crazy. I did also notice that he has a black heart tattoo on his chest. I looked down at the jacket I'm holding then I smiled and hugged it tight.

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

Strange, geometric sequences that seemed to shift and change even as Jack watched. "It's responding to the beacon's echo," his father explained without looking up. "The signal we sent is bouncing back from multiple sources. Each response is modifying the Heart's frequency. It's like... like it's receiving updates." "Updates from where?" "The fleet. The incoming Origin Blood survivors." Dr. Miller's voice carried a mix of excitement and fear. "They're sending compressed data packets. I'm only catching fragments, but it looks like tactical information. Star charts. Historical records. And..."