Hreat Novels & Stories

Ayat hadn't spoken a word till now. "Ayat! You are scaring me, " Arham said, holding her hands in his hands. Ayat looked at him and then quickly avoided eyes from him. "She said I am going to die soon," Ayat said, staring at their hands. "What? " Arham asked, feeling like someone snatched the ground from under his feet. "Isn't it funny? The problem is in the brain but because of it, I am going to get a heart attack, " Ayat said in a sarcastic tone. Arham pulled her in a hug with a jerk.

“I’m right here.” “Breathe with me.” He said as he caressed her hand. She was shaking but did what he said. “Inhale,” They both took in deep breaths in, “Exhale slowly,” and let them out. Her heart was still beating faster than usual but she was trying not to freak out. She closed her eyes and imagined not being in dark. She put her arm over his torso and tightly held him. “I’m sorry, but please let me hold you.” She was so freaked out. Actually.

Back in Southeast, Keisha crossed another block, trying to keep her breathing steady. It wasn’t working. Her phone buzzed again. Unknown number. She didn’t stop this time. She opened it while walking. One image. Her. From behind. Taken minutes ago. Her breath left her body so fast she almost stumbled. The angle wasn’t close. But it was clear enough. She was being followed in real time. Keisha stopped walking completely now. Her hand went cold around the phone. “No,” she said again, but this time it wasn’t disbelief. It was fear turning into confirmation.

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

A gaping hole in his abdomen spills crimson onto the grass, pooling around him; it paints a horrific picture that turns my stomach. “Sir?” I shout, my voice cracking, strained with fear and urgency, but deep down, I know he can’t hear me. My entire universe condenses to the rhythm of his labored breathing—slow, ragged, each gasp a desperate plea for survival that resonates deeper than my frantic heartbeat. I press my trembling fingers against his neck, praying for any sign of life. There it is—a faint flutter, a flicker of hope in this nightmare.

The cold metal gleamed under the torchlight as they aimed the weapons at Hara and Bella. Hara’s heart pounded violently in her chest, each beat resonating like a war drum. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her throat felt like it was constricting, and she struggled to draw a breath. Her mouth went dry, and her face lost all color as she froze in place, her mind racing with the horrifying possibility that this could be the end. Cold sweat trickled down her face and neck, mingling with the chill in the air.

He knows that anything could very well happen to the woman he ended up saving, which makes him feel helpless right now. And he felt an unfathomable emotion as a result of that thought. and he absolutely hates experiencing this feeling. His heartbeat is pounding loudly and strangely in his chest as he frets about what might have happened to the woman he has never even known the name, despite the fact that he is incensed and should not be concerned about her.

Her heart raced, and her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the unmistakable presence. "He's still alive?" she whispered, barely believing what she felt. Her mind raced back to memories of her husband, the way his aura had always been a reassuring anchor in her life. The surge of emotions was overwhelming - hope, fear, and relief entwined in a tumultuous mix.

Heart racing. A single thought burning through his mind without reason. Something has just gone terribly wrong.

For a heartbeat Beth imagined that she was unconscious,that when she’d left Marcus to race up the stairs,she'd fallen and hit her head and this was all some vivid dream. But this did not have the feel of any dream she had ever had.This was lucid and very real. Lady Katherine had come to a standstill next to the fireplace in the portrait,the flames a vibrant orange glow.She folded her hands,her eyes alternating between concern and curiosity. “What do you want?”Beth asked as a tremor of shock coursed through her veins,turning her voice into nothing more than a hoarse whisper.”How can this be?” “I am here to warn you Bethany,”Lady Katherine said.”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger