If Your Heart Is Wavering Novels & Stories

She said. "Are you on a high? " Aaron asked in disbelief. What the hell is she talking about? "No, Aaron, She is right. Making Irish jealous can help her know what she can loose." Hope said and raised his hand to high five Betty, and the omega did while giggling. "Yeah, Aaron. The idea is not bad. The glimpse of losing something that she can easily have will surely drive her crazy. " Ava said as if she is thinking something huge. " See? Everyone agrees to this. Just because of some bad life choices, Irise is afraid to retake big steps." Betty said as she looked expectantly at the older.

The thoughts fill my head with evil whispers, causing me to doubt my every decision, making me feel worthless. Drowning in my own self-pity, I almost miss the flutter I feel in my stomach. Surely I am mistaken, it is just my mind playing tricks on me. Quieting the voices in my mind, I strain my ears to hear anything beyond the void. The quick pitter patter of a heartbeat fills my head. I listen carefully. I can hear my steady heartbeat and a quicker heartbeat that is fainter. All of the self-doubt that filled my head is fading as I listen to the soft heartbeat of my child.

Nothing urgent, they said. But the doctor’s brow furrowed as he read the latest scan. “Something wrong?” I asked, voice barely steady. He hesitated. Then sighed. “We’re seeing slight fluctuations. It’s not necessarily dangerous right now, but it’s worth monitoring.” “What kind of fluctuations?” “Heartbeat inconsistencies. Could be stress-related. Could be nothing. But it’s best we keep a close eye, Sophia.” I nodded. Tried to stay calm. But inside... I was unraveling.

“Please. I need this.” The words caught me off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked. But suddenly, I could feel it. The wild rhythm of his heart pounding against my back. Fast and uneven, like it might break free of his chest. “My heart’s not right,” he said hoarsely. “It’s… something’s wrong.” The struggle left my limbs instantly. My breath hitched as I stilled. “Shit, Warren. Are you okay? Can I get you something?”

One heart, to find the others. The words slip unbidden from my lips. The air thickens. My blood feels molten, rushing faster, louder. In the silence, I can hear the threads of it—my veins, my breath, the steady thrum. And beneath it, faint but real, the echoes of others. Kai’s, slow and steady across the room. A heartbeat not mine, but tethered. My knees weaken. This is too much. Too dangerous. I release it, gasping, clutching my chest. The threads snap back, leaving me shaking but alive.

My heartbeat pounded loudly in my ears, drowning out the quiet stillness of the room. I sank down onto the plush bed, my legs suddenly weak. I drew a shaky breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage, and my thoughts whirred with the intensity of a tempest. His words echoed in my mind, his ominous promise seeping into the corners of my consciousness.

Weak. I hate it. A pulse moves through me—not power, not precision. Not the familiar, bone-deep certainty that once guided every breath I took. This is something else. Something messy. Something loud. I press my hand against the glass. Cold. Grounding. My fingers tremble. Tremble? I don’t tremble. “What is this…” I whisper.

Would they extend their support or turn their backs on me? A tidal wave of worry crashed over me, causing my heart to pound like a wild drum in my chest. The fear was palpable, a cold shiver running down my spine as I contemplated the potential fallout of revealing Ed’s truth. The questions swirled in my mind like a relentless storm - would they understand? Would they stand by me in this hour of need? The uncertainty was terrifying, gnawing at my sanity.

Dear Lord, help my poor heart. “What?” I asked. My heart thumping so loud that I’m wishing he wouldn’t hear it. He chuckled and my heart kept skipping a beat. Damn, how is my heart able to do that? How is it able to give me multiple skipped beats? Isn’t that a disease already? “Stop looking at other girls ogling at me.” His voice was so husky. I could just shut my eyes. My insides are about to explode with his words. Damn! “I’m not.” I tried to deny even though I know it’s of no use.

My lips slightly part in shock as sweat trickles down my temples, my heart lodged in my throat in disbelief. With the way my pulse keeps racing, I fear I might end up suffering from heart palpitations. Lorenzo is scrutinizing me, hands in his pockets, the non-existent mercy hiding beneath his grey orbs. "I'm waiting," he says, and I feel another lump around my throat. My core clenches, feeling hollow from his unfinished business. Liquid drips down my thighs, my body still coursing with these uncontrollable waves of sensation.