If Your Heart Is Wavering Novels & Stories

I said automatically, even though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. She didn’t look convinced. “You’re pale.” I wanted to tell her that was the least of our problems, but before I could, something shifted in the air. A ripple—like the one I’d seen in the heart—brushed across the room. The stone under my boots trembled, just for a heartbeat, then stilled. Seren caught it too. Her head snapped toward the black ring where the vortex had been. “Tell me that’s normal.” “It’s… closed,” I said, but the words felt like a lie the second they left my mouth.

thud My heart was beating louder as I took shaky steps back. But before I could make it to three steps, he was already with me. He wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me closer. At this rate, I will have to have a heart check up cause my heart seems faulty. Not just my heart, but my whole body. His fingers were already drawing circles on my hip. Wait, when did that get there. No this is wrong. But why does wrong feel so good. I wave that thought away. We have to stop.

Wendy sighed, [“Heart palpitations are not that hard to heal, one only needs to control their emotions and thoughts.” Airina pursed her lips, “Ma…” [“Yes, dear?”] “Why… don’t you come and visit here?”

My legs are shaking, my thighs are sticky and my heart hasn’t slowed hasn't slowed yet, so I just barely manage to read the bold, slanted strokes. “See you next week.”

“I feel it!” My hands tightened. “No… no… stay with me!” The Architect’s voice echoed like cold steel. “Faith weakens under emotional instability.” The pulse dropped again. Hard. I fought the panic rising in my chest. “You think this will break us?” “Yes.” “You’re wrong.” “Evidence suggests otherwise.” The pulse flickered violently again. And deep inside the system, the Architect whispered one final sentence. “The heart of your anchor… is now my target.” The pulse dropped again.

My heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my chest, and I leaned against the door to catch my breath. Emotions swirl within me, a chaotic storm of confusion and uncertainty. I am lost in a sea of feelings, unable to discern which way is up or down. My heart yearned for his love. My heart yearned for his passion, but how could I trust his words when he had repeatedly betrayed my trust? At that moment, it was clear that he was willing to go to any lengths to protect me. Naturally, I cannot trust his words alone. I will only be convinced if I witness his unwavering determination through his actions.

She was swinging my hand repeatedly as she bounced gleefully. I exhaled. I might as well give it a try. What could go wrong? "Let's go. Just once" I replied and Alfred winked. .. I was wrong. Many things could go wrong. I remember saying this two times and so many things went wrong. Like when I agreed to stay the night in New Hampshire and things went south and we had to share a room or when I had agreed to get Alfred to fall in love with me, thinking 'nothing can absolutely go wrong' and well look at me now. I'm supposed to make someone's heart beat fast but I'm the one whose heart is beating wildly.

My heart hammered against my chest in raging echoes that had blood pounding in my ears. “Who is there?!” I demanded, my words breaking with tremors. “Oh, God,” I whispered to myself. My erratic heartbeat and my unsteady breaths were testaments to the fact that I hadn't reeled from what just happened but the harsh gust of wind that blew the curtains fiercely, sending books flying in different directions made it clear that it didn't give a fuck about how I felt.

"Well, that's pretty harmless. Why did you break that poor guy's heart?" "Dunno, maybe I am commitment-phobic." He laughed again "I like you." "I should go now. Thanks for your help" I said. He said, "If you don’t mind may I accompany you?" I raised an eyebrow. He continued "To ward off any other prospective spouse. That guy might still be lurking around." I shrugged "Ok". As we walked in silence from the parking lot each moment was crackling with tension. I could feel his eyes constantly following me.

*** Warning contains triggers A GROWING HEART The stranger draws closer and closer while I willed my beating heart to quite down. A friend calls to him in some strange language, and he gestures for them to join him, both now on my tail. I blink rapidly, a headache pounding in my ears, my breaths sharp. When both walk pass me seraching for something else, I can't stop the sweat from running down my forehead. The heat is driving me crazy from where I stand and I fear that it will reach the house soon. There's frustration building in my heart thinking of all the work we've done and in vain too.