Heartbeat Studios Novels & Stories

Is he being mean to you? “No,” I said, too quickly. “He is not mean, he is very nice.” Orhan was silent for a long moment. “Okay,” he said, but he didn’t sound convinced. He pushed off the doorframe. “Well, it looks stupid.” And with that final, he turned and thumped down the hall. The stadium was a roaring, living beast of sound and color. The air crackled with a mix of crisp autumn and the hot, greasy smell of concession-stand food. The home-side bleachers were a sea of white and blue, a pulsating mass of excitement and nervous energy.

Did she even care about her own reputation? "Go!" "Edward!" Tracy shouted, "Hurry and shoot!" Edward steadied himself. Every single handkerchief's position was already mapped out in his mind. Yet, just like every year before, he aimed for empty space. If she wanted to force him, then he would teach her a lesson. Let everyone see that even heaven would not allow their marriage. The shot rang out. As the tension slowly settled, Edward exhaled sharply and tore off the black cloth. However, what he saw froze him in place. The remaining guests were all staring in one direction, stunned.

For a moment, I had forgotten he didn't know I wasn't deaf anymore. I looked at him with a blank expression, my voice freezing. "Are you sure your heart belongs only to me?" His face flickered with a trace of panic before he forced a smile. "And to our daughter, of course. My heart belongs to you two." Bonnie piped up from the side, "Mommy, you're not jealous of me, are you?" Before she could say more, a ringtone cut her off. Jackson stepped aside. When he returned a moment later, he seemed apologetic. "Sorry, Quinn. Something urgent came up at work. I need to handle it."

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

Sometimes there are pasts that should just be left behind and never to remember. They quickly and easily reached 2NDARY's room since it was only on the same floor. Just like the SRPNT's room, the next group also has a nameplate near the door. However, before the two could even enter the next room, there were other two women who approached Hero. The first to talk after approaching the president looked strict and very professional. "Hello, sir. We have collected the complete list of schedules for both XENTRICS and THROBMAKERS. The assigned head managers already checked them, that's why we addressed them to you lastly."

Always showing up where she isn’t wanted, but tonight, I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. I grabbed my phone and then messaged Ken, a content creator I’d worked with in the past. Ken is one of the best I worked with then, he’s specialized in subtle, high-quality recordings for social events. “I need a job done tonight. It’s a livestream but a really discreet one. You in?” “Always.” He replied instantly, and that was it. Since it was a surprise date and I didn’t know where Asher was taking me, I had to wait till I arrived at the restaurant to share my location with Ken.

The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room bore into my eyes, amplifying the throbbing in my head. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils, a sickening reminder of where I am and why. My body aches, each movement sending sharp pains through my bruised ribs, but it's nothing compared to the agony in my heart as I wait for news about Naomi.

… When I woke up in the hospital, the only one sitting by my bed was the kind hiring manager. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Ms. Hawthorn, I'm very sorry." "My pup is gone, isn't it?" My tone was eerily calm. The weakness in my body seemed to be fading, and my wolf was quietly healing my injuries. I started to think that this was perhaps a good thing. After seeing him out, I canceled the abortion surgery and applied to the hospital for medication to temporarily block the mind link, using physical pain as the reason. Just before taking the medication, I received a message from Lucas through the mind link for the first time in a long while.

She asked him in a small voice. “Take all the time you need. Just remember that my heart only beats for you.” He kissed her forehead.

“Last time you hit 140 you spotted. Dr. Hewitt said—” “Dr. Hewitt said it’s normal,” I said. Sat up. “She said twins make your heart work harder. She said walking to the bathroom isn’t a medical emergency.” He didn’t answer. He was looking at the monitor in the nursery. Alex. 98 BPM. Sleeping. Then at mine. 112 BPM. Awake. Annoyed. Then at his phone. His own. 167 BPM. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” I said.