Hreat Novels & Stories

Aurora’s POV What does he mean by he’s not going to hurt me? God, I swear I’m about to faint. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. I don’t even know if I’m breathing properly anymore. And the fear… Oh my God, the fear. I might actually pee my oranges.

the doctor responded. While Rehab was only shading unstoppable tears all around her face. And then Delis cleans up her tears "Rehab it is okay?" "Everything is going to be alright okay...? your tears won't change anything" "Please do me a favor and stop crying please," Delis said as Rehab nods. "So Doctor please what are we to do about her condition" "That is the first thing that brought us here," Delis said to the Doctor. "Okay you will need to buy a Kidney in other to replace hers"

Ridge grits his teeth with anger My breathing hitches as my heart begins to hurt. "This bullet will go straight into your head." He adds. I shake my head in fear.

Luna's heartbeat fastened, her breathing got uneven. Arthur's eyes widened in alarm at the sudden change in Luna's vitals. The heart monitor was blaring an alarm, warning of her elevated blood pressure. He looked back at Luna's face, alarmed at the twisted expression of fear and pain there. Her breaths were now coming in shallow, panicked gasps.

My heαrt wαs pounding so hαrd it felt like it might burst out of my chest. Whαt the heck is hαppening?

Hailey*** I can’t breathe. It feels like my lungs are collapsing under the weight of everything, like I’m drowning in this cold, suffocating nightmare. My body is trembling, but it’s not from the chill in the room. The hospital air is frigid, but it’s the fear, the terror, that has a hold on me, squeezing tighter and tighter with each breath.

heavy. An unexplainable dread began to creep into me, my heart hammered through my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, overwhelming silence of the room. My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to yell, to demand answers, to shake off this terrible feeling, but I was rooted to the spot, listening only to the frantic pounding of my own heart. The bathroom door was a solid barrier, and behind it, secrets I didn't want to uncover.

His normally vibrant eyes are closed, his breaths shallow. The sight of him like this fills me with a cold dread, my heart hammering in my chest as I kneel beside him. Blood seeps from a wound on his head, staining the pavement, and the sheer amount is terrifying. My hands shake as I press them to his chest, desperate to keep him with me.

I watch with wide eyes as the apprehension continues to crackle in the air between Hugh and Dwight, like sparks ready to ignite into a wildfire. I feel a bile rise in my throat, a scream clawing at the back of my mind, desperate to do something. But fear, cold and paralyzing, holds me in its suffocating grip.

"What we need. Specifically. Particularly. Non-replicably." Cyrus held them, the terror that was subsiding, the presence that was replacing it, the love that was not conditional on survival but was absolutely, desperately, specifically invested in it. He felt Arthie's heart rate through the racing suit, the residual elevation that was normal, appropriate, the rhythm that was regular, the life that was continuing. "Your rate," he murmured, the doctor that was always present. "At Eau Rouge. One-sixty-five. Above threshold."