Hreat Novels & Stories

Amanda screamed when she saw Alex going back. "Run!" He managed to shout, groaning in pain. "Go after her!" One of them shouted to the other, he nodded and ran out of the room. He faced Alex when they were alone, a ugly sneer on his face. "I would kill you now, but Torento would love to do that himself, today is his birthday did you know?" "Fuck you!" Alex wheezed out, at the impact his throat had landed on the toilet brush and he found it really hard to speak with the pain. He coughed out, trying to breath normally.

Thump. Darren’s heart suddenly detonated into an extreme, violent rhythm, hammering far faster and heavier than normal. The blood coursing through his veins surged in a massive rush straight to his temples before unleashing an exceptionally dense wave of scorching heat that radiated from his core down to his lower body, consuming his entire chest. Darren gripped the edge of the velvet sofa, his breathing instantly turning ragged as the veins along his robust neck strained outward. "Fuck... what is this...?" Darren groaned, his voice dropping into a heavily strained, hoarse rasp.

" | slowly lifted my eyes to his and | breath caught in my throat, he was so close. So stinking close that if | moved my head up an inch, our lips would connect. "| promise you | won't let them hurt you, okay? You're safe with me." Then he pulled me into an embrace and squeezed tight. | gave in and tucked my head into his shoulder, letting the tears fall slowly. "No more competing, yeah?" he asked. | nodded. The next couple of days were pure torture. | couldn't sleep, and could barely eat. Every noise | heard would make me paranoid. | didn't bother going to the gym, and Swayer has been forcing me to call him every time | go out somewhere, which isn't often.

Gently, she massaged his hands and feet, urging the circulation back into his frigid limbs. Arlet’s hands trembled as she pressed her ear against Ruben’s chest, desperately seeking solace in the faint thud of his heart. Fear gripped her, tightening its icy grip around her heart as she realized the gravity of the situation. Every passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity, amplifying her anxiety and the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

I can feel its heartbeat—a hard, steady thrum—vibrating through its ribs. Hot breath rolls up my throat, damp and rank. I brace for teeth, for a tearing pain and a quick end. My pulse screams in my ears.

I took several heavy steps toward the two males who were in a bitter argument, ready to give my two cents. “Farrell you--” I barely registered it, the movement was so swift. Suddenly the male was holding a bloody heart in his hand, and Farrell’s eyes looked to me, then closed for the last time. I jumped back in shock as his body began to turn into ash and drift off into the wind. The male dropped the heart in the ashes and turned to me, wiping his hand on his shirt.

However, it wasn't that concerned her; the red liquid stained the white painted wood that framed the window was concerning. Adrenaline flooded her system; it pumped and heated like it was trying to escape. The sound of a groan had her on high alter; someone was here. She thought her heart would explode, and her eyes were wide with fear. Harlow's body wanted to run fast for safety, but where was safer than her own home, clearly nowhere was safe, not even the place she used to sleep in. But she remained where she was; let's face it, there was only one thing she could do; Pray no one killed her. Harlow wanted to take one great leap off the pressure plate and run to safety. Her adrenaline surged

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

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

developing a high chance of him slipping in coma. The heart rate that was shooting all time high under the enigmatic rush of flight and fight hormone has temporarily swept into a state of bradycardia. His pulse was dropping at an enormous speed making the paramedical staff alarmed about the potential of him going under the state cardiac arrest after the severe haemorrhage. 'Keep the ER ready! We have an urgency!!', the paramedic said over the phone with someone, cold sweat forming on his forehead since he recognised the man who is one of the major share holders of his hospital where he's employed.