Heartbeat In Eyes Novels & Stories

Chapter 26(black eye) Hazel's Point Of View: They all trooped out of the room. Pain reverberated through me and I swear I felt my heart beating in my left eye that was barely opened. I barely heard, everything was faint and blurry, the only thing I could hear clearly was my pounding heartbeat. “Don't lay a finger on them. Let them leave and let's watch what they can dare do next time. Let them dare if they dare.” Alex shouted as he pressed his head back. I assumed he was speaking to his men who were probably in the living room.

It is very small, and it is in her eyes, not her mouth, and I find that I trust it precisely because it costs something. The examination table is cold through the paper covering. I lie back and look at the ceiling and Amara works with quiet efficiency — the probe, the screen angled so I can see it, her eyes moving between the image and her notes with the focused attention of someone doing the one thing they are very good at. Two heartbeats. I hear them before I see them — that rapid, percussive sound, doubled, slightly offset in rhythm. I keep my face still.

My heartbeat was drumming harder and louder as if I was suffering from heart attack symptoms. In a swift motion, he held my hand and pinned me to the door. Placing his both hands on either side of mine he caged me between his hard chest and the hard door. His dark eyes were causing me to drown in them. His eyes darted to my lips then he again looked into my eyes. My heart was beating so wildly that I felt like it would come out of my mouth. The heat radiating from his body as he further leaned in scorched me, my skin, my insides. He was only a hair's breadth away from me, so close that I could feel the bulge of his…..

I ended up sitting on the floor. From my seated position, I actually had a clearer view of the heart. Despite feeling uneasy, I forced myself to look at it. Upon closer examination, I noticed that this bright red heart was pulsating vigorously, with a rhythm similar to a normal human heart. But that wasn't all. If I looked closely, I could even make out a white shape within the heart. This white shape was circular, resembling a large and round pearl.

real. “Here, let me zoom in, this is baby’s heart, I’m going to measure it,” she says concentrating on the screen in front of us. I stare at the fast flicker on the screen and a warm tear escapes my eye, running down the side of my temple. What I’m feeling…is unusual. I’m not crying because I’m sad or terrified. I’m crying because I’m happy? The feeling coursing through me is warm, and peaceful overwhelmingly affectionate towards this little gummy bear's beating heart.

The rain tapped quietly against the windowpane, but Alina's breath came in gasps. She sat upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat. The images wouldn't stop-Damian's voice, the kiss, Jesse's eyes full of pain, the box full of secrets. It all swirled in her dreams like smoke. She looked around the dim room, heart still pounding. The light from the study was still on. She rose slowly, wrapped in silence and guilt, and padded down the hall. Jesse sat by the window, head leaned back against the chair, eyes open, staring into the night like he was trying to see through it.

“Do you think they see us?” “They don’t need to,” Rhea murmured. “If they’re adjusting the stabilizer manually, they’re already seconds from triggering a failure cascade.” Adrian’s pulse thudded harder. There were only two reasons someone would be inside the Heart chamber right now—either they were trying to seize it… or destroy it. Judging from the way the Heart’s rhythm staggered, skipping beats like a heart in the midst of arrhythmia, it was definitely the latter. “We need to shut down the veil,” Adrian said, already moving toward the auxiliary panel embedded in the wall. It flickered with corrupted data, as though someone had partially overwritten the system.

"Alright." I took her wrist gently, finding her pulse point. Her heart was racing, beating far too fast. But that could just be from the panic. I would need to check again once she had calmed down. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. I instructed her to take slower, deeper breaths while I listened to her lungs with my stethoscope. Everything sounded clear, no congestion or abnormalities. Her temperature was slightly elevated, but again, that could be from stress. "Now I need to check your eyes. Look directly at me and try not to blink."

Despite feeling kind of embarrassed and anxious by their stares, one pair of eyes made me shudder in the cold. With his specs, those beau tiful dark blue orbs melted my fragile heart. My ears bleed because of the loud beating of my heart. Curse these heartbeats.

His face had drained of all color, turning a waxy, translucent white. When he looked at me, his eyes weren't focused. They were rolling back into his head, the pupils dilating until they swallowed the iris. ​"It’s… it’s the feedback," he gasped, the words barely escaping his throat. "The tower… the bridge… my heart wasn't meant to handle the surge. It’s failing, Clara." ​I ripped open his jacket, pressing my ear against his chest. His heart wasn't beating; it was fluttering, a frantic, irregular rhythm that sounded like a trapped bird beating its wings against a cage.