I Heard Your Heartbeat Novels & Stories

He asks me and I nod my head. He takes my hand and puts it on my stomach and his hand is on top of mine. “Now I want you to take a deep breath and block out every other sound and just focus on yourself and listen.” He tells me. I do exactly as he says even though it isn't easy focusing on just myself considering the other people in this room but after a few minutes I'm able to do it, I block out the world and just focus on myself. Then I hear my heartbeat and I'm just about to give up when I hear it. It's so soft like a flutter and I focus in on it. Then it becomes clear it's so fast but there's no mistaking it, that's another heartbeat.

Listening to their rapid heartbeats. *_"

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat, balling my hands into a fist to stop them from shaking. "And your heart. It won't stop racing," Her soft hand found its way to my chest with her gaze still locked on mine, "It is pounding so loud like that of the beating of war drums," A soft gasp rolled off my lips. When I thought I was composed, my body gave me away, shamelessly. How could she hear my heartbeat clearly? Of course, she was a wolf with an adequate ability of hearing.

I head for the hallway, slamming the door to the bedroom behind me. But in the silence, I hear it. The sound of my own heartbeat. And I hate that it’s not from anger. It’s from him.

He asked, studying my mood. "Yeah. I…" I could hear his heart beating very fast. "Your heart, why is it beating so fast?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "I don't understand. How fast is my heartbeat?" "Very fast." I replied in a whisper. He touched his chest, trying to listen to his heartbeat. The way he looked at me told me that I was right about the way his heart was beating. "How do you know?" He asked, suspiciously. I shrugged. "I just guessed."

she picked up her phone and called his line and she didn't even realize that she let out a sigh of relief when he picked up the call " Where on earth are you ?!" " I'm on the beach , why ?" " You're asking why?! , I've been searching for you , Do you know how scared I was , I just woke up and you weren't there anymore . I went inside after a shower in just my bathrobe , do you even know how cold it is outside ?" " I'm sorry , I didn't think you'd wake up this early , I was arranging something here but since you're up why don't you get dressed and com down to the beach with me "

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.

My eyebrows pull together when I focus too hard and hear his heartbeat too. ‘ It’s normal for us. ’ The voice whispers in my mind, making me suck on my lower lip. “ I don’t think you need this comforting shit. You need some facts straight. ” Ryker scowls all of a sudden. I purse my lips, listening in to his heartbeat. Does his heart ever beats fast? Ever misses a beat? Ever flutters? Like mine? It’s the most ridiculous time to be thinking about this to my annoyance but I can’t really help it when I can finally hear the sound of his heartbeat — the rich ba-dum kinda shit — and even his breaths, even and calm.

He told her Mitchell's heart skipped a beat as Mr. Robert's words rechoed in her ears. She wondered what awaited her in his office, her mind racing with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and followed him, her steps steady but her mind was filled with thoughts and emotions. Entering Mr. Robert's office, Mitchell couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness. The room, usually a place of calm and professionalism, now seemed charged with an underlying conversations. She took a seat opposite him, trying to steady her racing heart and maintain her composure.

"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.