Heartstoppers Novels & Stories

The wire was smaller than Mira expected. A tiny disc, no bigger than a button, hidden in the clasp of her bra. Simone had attached it herself that morning, her hands steady, her expression professionally blank. Kieran had watched from the doorway, his gray eyes tracking every movement, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. "Voice-activated," Simone explained. "It'll transmit to our receivers in real time. Don't say anything you don't want him to hear. And for God's sake, don't let him touch you."

Her chest reacted again. Sharp. Sudden. She grabbed the table. “What is this…” she whispered. Her heart was beating faster now. Faster than before. And she did not know why. Back in the medical room, The machine started reacting. The numbers increased rapidly. The doctor’s eyes widened. “Sir,your heart rate,” “I can see it,” Adrian said calmly. But his gaze was focused. Sharp. “Record the pattern,” he added. “Yes, sir.” The machine continued beeping faster.

"There's no pulse. I can't find a pulse." "Check the carotid properly, girl," Kovac ordered, his voice thin, losing its strength as he leaned as far forward in his wheelchair as his harness would allow. "Do not panic. If the heart has stopped, you have less than four minutes before the brain suffers irreversible damage. Start compressions."

David's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed Francheska to the hospital. He held her close, feeling her warmth slipping away from him. He couldn't lose her, not now, not after everything they had been through. The streets blurred together as David drove, his mind focused solely on saving Francheska. He prayed to every deity he could think of, promising anything if only Francheska would be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of living without her. As he arrived at the hospital, David screeched to a halt and leapt out of the car. He rushed Francheska into the emergency room, shouting for help. The medical team sprang into action, surrounding Francheska with equipment and rushing her into sur

It became erratic…like too fast. "V-tach!" Nurse Benita shouted. Dr. Adrian's head snapped toward the monitor. Hearty's heart rhythm had gone wild in a chaotic zigzag pattern racing across the screen. "Charge the defibrillator to two hundred," he ordered, his voice cutting through the sudden panic in the room. The machine whined as it powered up. Another nurse ripped open Hearty's hospital gown, exposing her chest. "Clear!" Everyone stepped back. Dr. Adrian pressed the paddles to Hearty's chest and delivered the shock.

I found Carter at the gymnasium, running laps around the gym. "Yo, what are you doing?" I yelled and signaled for him to stop running. "I'm... trying to reduce stress," he replied a few seconds later after he stopped running. He jogged to my side, out of breath, and sat on the floor. I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed, "You're trying to reduce stress by running?" "Kind of," he replied, breathing heavily. "That's like reducing stress with more stress." "Don't sweat it, dude." He slowly laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling. "So, I have a couple of ideas for a special Valentine's Day."

The room felt smaller, suffocating almost, as the darkness outside crept in through the windows. With a sigh, she reached for her phone, its screen illuminating the dimly lit room. Two new messages blinked on the screen, both from unfamiliar numbers. Sophia's heart skipped a beat as she read the first one, her fingers trembling slightly. "The clock is ticking, hurry up and make a decision, Sophia " the message read, its tone sharp and urgent. "Don't bother wondering how I got your number, it's a normal thing for people in my class," it concluded, signed with the name Alexander Harrington.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

"It is a promise, a commitment, and a love that extends beyond the boundaries of a simple present." He looked into Mitchell's eyes, his gaze unwavering. "You see, Mitchell, my gift to you is my heart. It is a promise to cherish you, to support you, and to always be there for you. It is a commitment to our journey together, through the ups and downs, the joys and challenges."

"Her bp is dropping!!!" "What?" "We are losing her!" "No no no!!! I'm going to do CPR! Prepare the diff! One...two...three...four...!" "It is not working Esth!" "No! We will save her!!! Charged the diff! 200! Clear!" "Esther stop it!" "No! Scalpel I will open her and do the heart hand massage! Give me that damn scalpel!!!" "Esth!!! Esth!!! Esther!!!!! Look, hmmm her heartbeat stops just 10 minutes ago! So please stop...we lose her..."