Heartbeat Picture Novels & Stories

The marble beneath my boots was no longer just humming. It was palpitating. In a human patient, a rapidly accelerating, irregular heartbeat is classified as tachycardia. It is a sign that the body is under extreme stress, fighting to pump oxygen to a system that is suddenly demanding more power than the heart can comfortably supply. But this was not a human patient. This was a tectonic plate, and the sheer volume of biological weight we had just introduced to the Palace was acting like a massive dose of adrenaline.

She immediately sat up straight as she could and look at her phone. From: Mr. Mattheios Good morning. Are you in your office? She bit her lower lip to stifle her smile. "Gosh, what is this . . . My heart is beating so fast." Ramina held her chest and feel her rapid heartbeat. To: Mr. Mattheios On the way, boss. After sending that reply to him, Ramina looked away. She's experiencing an irregular heartbeat at that moment and she thinks that she's having heart failure when in fact, she hasn't.

On the back wall, a giant screen displays a real-time heart rate graph: thin lines that can turn into punishment within ten seconds. Arthur stared at the numbers in the right corner of the screen: their Heart Meter was steady at 92 bpm. "It's still a safe zone," he said. But Arthur knew the safe zone wasn't a place he could trust. One thing that never changed in S.X: safety was just a passing breeze.

His eyes flickered down to my heaving chest. He could hear my heartbeat.

NICHOLAS POV I pace around my office, clutching my chest like some overdramatic fool. It's been happening every time I see her—every damn time. My heart races, my palms sweat, and I can't breathe like a normal person. I’ve never been one for drama, but right now? Right now, I’m seriously starting to think I’m dying. Maybe not dying... but something isn’t right. I glance at my phone and type out a message to my doctor: "Are there any warning signs of heart failure?""

Jesse blinked at the gleaming marble floors, the crystal chandeliers, the fresh-cut orchids arranged like art installations. "You live here alone?" he asked. Alina walked ahead, heels tapping like a ticking clock. "Alone is underrated." As they passed through a gallery hallway-lined with modern art that probably cost more than his old neighborhood-Jesse stopped in front of a sculpture that looked like two twisted metal hearts. "What's this one called?" "'Affection Fatigue,'" Alina said dryly. "By a French artist who only works during breakups." "Cheerful." She shot him a look. "You'll get used to it. Come on."

Asher I woke up sweating profusely and my heart beating really hard and fast. I was so scared and it felt like I was having a heart attack. I wasn’t sick before going to bed but the dream I had was so scary and it just did a lot of things to my mental heart.

Honestly… it was kind of hilarious. I lifted a finger and traced down from the open collar of his shirt, sliding along the sharp line of his collarbone until I reached the center of his chest. There, I drew a lazy circle over the firmest spot. “Alpha sir, your heart rate sounds a bit off,” I murmured, tilting close to his ear with a teasing lilt. “Should I call your private doctor for an ECG?” Hebert shut his eyes, head tipping back against the leather seat. His broad chest rose and fell like he couldn’t pull in a steady breath. “Ashley, stop.”

Degh … My heart is beating

He needed to be close to her, to let her know that he was there for her. The ICU was quiet, except for the sound of beeping machines and the soft hum of the ventilator.