Heartbeat Studios Novels & Stories

DRAKE I've been discharged and now I can finally get out of this damn hospital. The thought of spending another day in bed here just makes me sick. My driver and Carina came to pick me up. She has been the best and very supportive, I didn't make a mistake falling in love with her. There's just still one problem I have and that's the idiot disturbing her. I will not share her with anyone. How dare he touch what's mine? I'm going to find him, when I do I will make him swallow his breath.

“Come on.” He said as he nudged her to stand. “To where?” she asked, and he looked her over as she thought something was wrong. “Upstairs. There is a great master bath, and I think you could use a nice time in the whirlpool thing that is there.” He said. “Whirlpool thing?” she asked. “Sara, it is like a hot tub but a little smaller. It helps ease all the tension out of you on a bad stressful day.” He said with a chuckle.

"Enough!" That was the last straw for my body. I slumped to the ground. The shards of glass buried themselves in my flesh and drenched the ground further in crimson. Christian heard the commotion and hurried over. The sight horrified him, and he held me up. To Jessica, he roared, "Jonathan gave his heart for you! He can't touch even a drop of alcohol, or his artificial heart stops beating! He'll die!"

Alexander then turned to the doctor and told him her name is Sheila. However, Sheila pleaded with them to stop asking questions and get out of the room as their voice was making her head hurt even more. Alexander turned to Doctor Clemson and asked for an explanation the moment the step out. Doctor Clemson revealed that Sheila couldn't remember anything about herself as he predicted and suggested that she be taken to St Thomas hospital in London, where there are specialists who could attend to her before the situation worsened. Alexander agreed and left the room to make calls. He contacted his son Tyler who's a doctor a St Thomas Hospital and informed him of the patient he was bringing over t

Heart asked dumbly. Cullen gritted his teeth and glared at Heart. “Many workloads!” Cullen shouted at her. He then turned around and went to the mini conference room inside his office as there was a storage room inside there as well. Heart exhaled when he left her station. She closed her eyes and held her chest. ‘I must stay calm, I must stop feeling nervous because there is no way the Cullen Lee will learn the fact that me and Scarlet Heart are just one person.’ Heart thought as she was controlling her heartbeat speed.

With every step, | could hear loud bass music pumping through the walls. A large man dressed in all black stood in front of the doors. He crossed his arms and blocked my way. "Invitation miss?" | raised an eyebrow and mimicked his position. "My friend's in there." He shook his head. "Sorry, but only members are allowed in here." | was about to text Swayer to tell him to let me in when a cocky voice stopped me. "She's with me."

I saw it. The heartbeat. Fast and furious and alive. Something cracked inside my chest. Something I'd been holding together since the moment I signed that contract. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. I didn't wipe them away. "The heartbeat is strong," Dr. Hayes said. "Faster than typical for four weeks, but —" She tilted her head. "But there's something else." "What?" Kael's voice was rough. Dr. Hayes zoomed in. The image blurred, then sharpened.

"Can you come back today?" The reply: "Yeah." "I have something very important to discuss." "Noted." "If you don't come back today, you'll have to bear the consequences." "Don't make a big deal out of nothing." Three messages, all from the AI. By midnight, no further messages appeared in the chat. By all rights, I should be in a dressing room right now, surrounded by a team of stylists. Downstairs, a long line of black limousines should have been parked, their drivers all wearing white gloves.

A clean, neutral tone that cut through the space like a decision being made out loud. Both of them went still. A panel on the wall lit up. No screen before it. No transition. Just activation. Keisha’s breathing slowed instinctively. Malik’s posture shifted instantly. “This is it,” he muttered. Keisha didn’t ask what. Because she already knew. The system was no longer observing. It was speaking. A voice came through the room. Not from one direction. From everywhere at once. Neutral. Flat. Controlled. “Instruction acknowledged.” Keisha’s stomach tightened slightly.

whirr Her heart was gone… What was beating in her chest?