Heartbeat In Eyes Novels & Stories

He didn’t leave the house, never left for work. Probably never ate. My heart sunk. He wasn’t sprawled out comfortably, he wasn’t resting. He looked like he’d waited until exhaustion knocked him out. My breath caught so sharply it hurt. I closed the door gently behind me, the sound woke him. His eyes blinked open slowly… then widened when he saw me. He sat up immediately, like he’d been shot with adrenaline. “You’re home,” he said, his voice rough, sleep-hoarse and something else. Relief, fear, hope. All tangled.

Kael Seeing the light flicker back into his eyes made it feel like my heart started all over again. I inhaled the largest bout of air I had ever taken in my life before I rushed to his bedside and grabbed his distraught frame. He was staring around the room frantically; his heart monitor had spiked again and I could tell that he was going into full panic mood.

Her body had told the truth, a sound of abrupt, overwhelming sensation he hadn't fully prepared for. His gaze dropped to her face. In the dim light, he saw her features tightly drawn, a line of concentration that was almost pain, but then, the tension released. Her eyes, usually so playful, opened and met his. They were dark, wet, and held a mix of surprise and a strange, powerful acknowledgment.

I peeked an eye open, frowning. “I think I'm hearing two heartbeats.”

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.

My silver eyes glance sharply at the writhing body of the dying female. Her lips are already turning a dark, toxic purple color, and her chest is gasping desperately for a single breath of air. Not only that, but her fingers are clenching the fur over her heart with a brutal, crushing grip, indicating that the source of her lethal pain is coming directly from her heart valves.

Damian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Stay focused. Ground yourself." I didn't answer. The Sovereign engine in my chest was redlining, the Third Heartbeat thudding in a frantic, syncopated rhythm that felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs. Seventy-two beats. Seventy-two beats. It was mimicking him, but it was moving too fast, dragging my nervous system along for the ride. My skin was misting. White vapor rose from my arms in thick plumes as my sweat vaporized the second it hit the air. The silver threads lacing through my wrists glowed so bright they burned through the thin silk of my robe.

Her hands accidentally rested on his chest, pushing him away from her, and she was shocked to see what was happening. His body started glowing, and the outline of his heart was visible. It was like his skin was see-through, and she could see his beating heart, his veins with blood rushing through. The strangest thing was how the heart appeared to be engulfed in flames. Real flames. And he seemed to be going through so much pain.

Tears left my eyes and I got close to having a heart attack. TBC Welcome back readers, I will also give my best this time around.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.