If Your Heart Is Wavering Novels & Stories

I’m left with an unsteady heartbeat and clenching in my lower stomach. That is just misleading.

He added softly, in an attempt to alleviate my worry, but his words lacked the efficacy needed to restore peace to my heart, Deep within me, the feeling kept lurking at the corner of my heart, tugging on it in an undecipherable manner, which made me jittery, "Let's just keep our fingers crossed and observe her closely," his words came again, but my anxiety was greater than the peace he offered, After a few seconds of battling with myself, I said, allowing my heart to do the talking, "Since I wanted to do that, I just can't stop myself from worrying," I continued while he shushed me gently, "There's nothing to worry about my love, I'm sure you will emerge victoriously," He added, a touch of c

“That… can’t be true.” “Oh, but it is,” the reflection said, her voice smooth as glass. “And the longer you fight it, the weaker the realm becomes. The fracture must close. One of us must fade.” Aaron exhaled sharply. “Okay, I vote for her fading. Anyone else?” No one laughed. The Heart inside me flared again—painful, desperate. My knees hit the ground as heat surged through my chest. I could feel her pulling, tugging on the invisible thread between us.

"His heart's quivering, someone get me a defibrillator!" What do they mean by my heart's quivering? Why can I hear all of this but can't see anything? "Clear!" And then comes the shock. I can almost feel my spirit leave my body. My lips part in protest but warm air just feels my lungs instead. The shock comes again....and again. My heart jerks sharply as someone says my heartbeat is steady now. The voices begin to fade, leaving the distinct sounds of cars and honking. The darkness is replaced by a piercing white light and my entire body system seems to slowly roll to a stop.

My mouth remains open for a beat too long. My personal assistant doesn’t speaks. I blink once. Then again. “—to reflect continuity,” I finish. The word is wrong. I know it is wrong, but it fits well enough that no one questions it. She nod. She type. My heart thumps once, hard. I sit back, steepling my fingers, and feel the faint tremor in my right hand. It is subtle. A vibration more than a shake. I press my fingers together harder until it stops.

“ Remember what you promise me... you promise that you'll stay by my side forever.....That you'll always love and care for me....That we'll live a happy life together with our twins....Please don't let me down, my love!” The nurses were touched by his sincerity and love for the patient. The doctor kept on giving instructions to his nurses while checking all Danielle's vital signs. The ventilator and heart beat monitor were frequently being checked by a male nurse. But Danielle's pulse kept on decreasing. “ This is bad!” The doctor mumbled when he observed what was happening in all the monitors. “ Danielle...please...I beg you...Don't you dare live me or I swear I'll take Celine as my wife

I can hear it clearly, the harsh continuous pound of it. "What is it?" He questions his body shaking, hands trembling heart skipping beats for his body sways with anxious anticipation. "A life," I whisper peering into his eyes that shows the cracks of his soul stitching back together. Silence consumes us for I cannot hear anything. My male's heart had stopped.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

I didn't have a salary, talkless of money, to buy a heart. My head…my head's spinning, I can't breathe, I need

Pure and vulnerable. My throat tightened, and I forced myself to swallow the lump forming there. “Loving me right now… it’ll only break you. I don’t have anything left to give. My heart’s still learning how to beat properly again.” “Then don’t do anything,” he whispered. “Just stay still. Stay still while I love you.” My heart dropped. It was beating erratically, like it didn’t know whether to run or fall. “And Eva?” I asked finally, the calm in my voice barely disguising the storm within.