Hreat Novels & Stories

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

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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.

A rage-provoked action that will be disastrous. Caralyn’s heart thuds hard against her chest.

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.

My mouth dry and achy. “Fuck, her medicines should be here somewhere.” A shrilling voice screeched out. You’ll be called the murderer. You’ll be the reason he died. You’ll be the monster. The ache grew in my heart as I tried to slow down my shaky uneven breaths. It was hard to breathe. You’ll stay with his corpse until we feel you're satisfied and acknowledge that he died because of you. “Fuck, grab her, she is having an attack.” My fingers flew to my neck, desperately trying to claw at my skin for some oxygen supply but I simply couldn't breathe. It felt as if I was back to the time when he nearly chocked me to death.

Not to mention, I had nowhere to find support or hold onto. Note to self: I am never going to ride any car again if Boaz is the one driving. Ever. “Beer?” Hiro asks us one by one and the three of us nodded. “Soda.” Seon slurs and Hiro smiles at him scarily. I silently trembled in my seat, and looks at Seon, terrified for his life. “That was not a suggestion, Seon Alatus Yuu.” He says, crossing his arms on his chest. “I don’t drink.” The poor man answers.

her death. ****😰😰****

Lub dub lub dub lub dub It's all Neal can hear now. He felt like his heart is going to explode. Is this the feeling when a normal person meet a mob? He doesn't know. He was breathing hard. His nails dug into his palms as he fisted them. Hunter's cold eyes scanned Neal up and down and moved forward causing Neal to step back. The back of his thighs touched the armrest of the couch. Neal startled from the sudden contact, he let out a squeal before falling back. But before he fall Hunter caught his left arm and pulled Neal to his chest.