I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One Novels & Stories

And at that exact moment something strange happened. The rhythm skipped slightly. Just once. Adrian felt it immediately. He narrowed his eyes. Then the heartbeat returned back to normal. Steady…perfect Adrian slowly placed his hand over his chest. A weird thought crossed his mind. Somewhere out there was a living life connected to this heart. And for some reason he felt that he was connected to that life. Anna waited at the examination room for the doctor. She placed her hand on her chest. The weird sound had not returned again.

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

As I listened in closer, two rapid heart beats were heard inside, racing at my touches. Wait a minute...theirs hearts. I can sense everything about them! It's almost as though they are communicating with me through the beats in their heart. My son and my baby girl.

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

She managed to do all these to hear this oh? But before she could complain, her body was drawn in by two large hands encircling her firmly and affectionately, bringing her into a tight and tender embrace. Her cheeks were squished and smooshed against his hard chest, while his one hand was firmly holding the back of her head. She could hear his heartbeat, beating without a control. The gentle patter and rhythm of his heartbeat engulfed her ears. The sweet music of his heartbeat filled her ears with a soft and intoxicating melody, the subtle beats filling her with a feeling of admiration and affection.

His heart beat in my ear, rhythmic and soothing. "I can hear your heart beat," I whispered. "It beats for you. It always has," he whispered back. I smiled, closing my eyes and simply enjoying being with the love of my life. Dean's heart pulsed, my own heart matching his mesmerizing rhythm as I drifted off to sleep.

His heart beat in my ear, rhythmic and soothing. "I can hear your heart beat," I whispered. "It beats for you. It always has," he whispered back. I smiled, closing my eyes and simply enjoying being with the love of my life. Dean's heart pulsed, my own heart matching his mesmerizing rhythm as I drifted off to sleep.

Roman immediately took my hand, his thumb stroking slow circles across my skin, grounding me. The wand moved with practiced precision. A soft static filled the room through the monitor’s speaker. For a moment there was nothing but soundless waiting. Then… we heard it. A rapid, rhythmic thumping burst into the room. My breath caught as the sound kept repeating in my ear. Roman froze beside me. Dr. Morgan smiled, adjusting the angle slightly. “There we go. That’s a very strong heartbeat.” The sound filled the space, steady and alive. The sound of our child's heartbeat. There was another heart beating inside me.

Christopher shouts, but I don’t hear him. All I hear is my own heartbeat. And then—

He is unbelievable! “I can’t b-breathe,” I uttered. This man did not listen and still looking out at the window. His Adam’s apple is moving slowly, and I can’t help but listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat. I couldn’t hear the noise surrounding us, but his heartbeats were audible. It was the first time I heard someone’s heartbeat. I have keen hearing for miles away, but this thing is different. I can listen to his blood flowing directly into the vessels connected to his heart. I look sideways and try to fight this rising feeling in me. It is not right! I barely know this man, so I should step back. Moving backward was the next thing I did, but it was the wrong move. The man hugged me, and m