Heartstopper Novels & Stories

I hit on my feet hard, I know I hit it hard cause I can feel my fist ache, but it feels like a pinch, I tried it one more time…one hit, two hit, three. “Stop it Mr. Carter!” Kierra catch that last hit with her arms, I am sweating, she pulls me back at the edge of the bed, her two arms underneath my armpit. She’s indeed strong. I watched her as she pulls the wheelchair without a word she is about to lift me again “Let me do this!” I hate to see myself like this, pathetic

They danced on, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one, in a dance that seemed to go on forever. The music stopped, and the room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the dancers. Collins and Isabelle ended their dance with a kiss, their lips lingering together as the lights shone down on them, highlighting their black and white attire. The air was thick with tension, the atmosphere electric, as if the entire room was holding its breath. As they broke apart, Collins' eyes gleamed with intensity, his gaze burning into hers with a fierce passion. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine.

She looked slightly older than Hector but they still complimented each other perfectly. “Piper, look. I-” Hector couldn’t finish as Piper brought her face towards his and gave him an unexpected kiss. Hector did not react to it until after a few seconds when he entertained the kiss and brought her face closer to his. Something sharp hit my chest right where my heart was and squeezed really tight. I thought I was going to faint or something. I bent over with my hand gripping my shirt tightly. I did not want to draw any attention towards me so I ran the opposite direction back home. The pain was still there, it went on for a little while until it stopped when I was half way home.

I wake up at the sound of his voice. "Ownt " Marina sighs next to me, casting a pair of dreamy eyes at the both of us. However, I keep my composure, take his extended hand, and place my glass on the passing waiter's tray at that moment. He then guides me to the center of the ballroom. His hands wrap around my waist, and I immediately hold onto his shoulders. Lewis Capaldi's "Someone You Loved" starts playing, and to avoid getting lost in his eyes, I rest my head on his chest, and he starts swaying me. I close my eyes and appreciate the beats of his heart. They're frenetic, almost deafening, yet I remain still there.

He traces my lip with his thumb. "John stop" I feel his lip on my cheek as he gently starts trailing kisses down my jaw up to my mouth. He smells of alcohol, not of mint and musk like Ace. I finally collect myself and move to push him off me, but he is gone before I can "Fuck, man!" John cries in an alarmed voice. Mouth agape, I stand frozen, staring at the angry face of Ace Hale.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

He exhaled, his breath warm against her lips. “Tell me to stop.” She didn't. Couldn’t. Didn't want to. Her hand lifted without thinking and rested on his chest, right over his heartbeat. It raced under her palm. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. He moved closer. Their lips were a breath apart a heartbeat away the world narrowing to the space between them Candy shifted. A small whimper. Both froze. Fiona stepped backward instinctively, her breath trembling. Charles exhaled, his eyes heavy, his jaw tight with restraint.

My heart is hammering, my skin heating up and my breath becoming shallow. "I—saw blood—!" I finally manage. "You weren't answering, I thought you were dead, you jerk!" I kick at him, trying to break free, but he shifts smoothly, dodging my attempt without loosening his grip. A low laugh rumbles through his chest, the sound vibrating against me where our bodies touch. His weight shifts, pressing his thigh more firmly between mine. The friction sends a jolt of electricity up my spine, and my breath catches. His hands slide down, still gripping my wrists but gentler now, thumbs grazing the sensitive skin where my pulse jumps wildly.

I am so wet, soaked and I know he knew about it. “Ugh, you’re making me so hard. So hard, Sabrina.” he said, breaking our kiss to move on my neck. I moaned loud when he sucked and bit my skin. I think we are doing it here and I’m getting out of breath from too much anticipation and excitement! “More! I want to lose my virginity here. Now.” I said in a moan. Xander suddenly halted and stopped what he was doing. For a second, I thought he was just adjusting me in place but when he looked at me with shock expression, I knew it was not it.

All that was there were his serious eyes and perfect face. He leaned in closer and | could smell his breath. It smelled like rain and mint gum. | was breathing heavily now, my heart pounding harder and harder. His eyes were trained solely on my lips, then wandered back to my eyes. His lips brushed lightly against mine and | sucked in a breath, my lips tingling. | suddenly tilted my head sideways and looked away from him. Pushing his body away, | got up hurriedly and stepped out of the ring. "Where are you going?" he asked, climbing down after me.