If Your Heart Is Wavering Novels & Stories

My heart races, pounding like a war drum in my chest, and I can’t help but feel like I’m losing control, spiraling into a place I don’t want to be. He holds my gaze, searching for understanding as the tension crackles between us. "Willa, please..." he begins, but I can barely hear him over the roar of my emotions. The world around us fades, and all I can focus on is the way my heart feels like it might shatter, the fear of losing him gnawing at my insides. *Levi*

he muttered, voice cracking. --- Outside, Elara’s breath came in quick bursts. She scanned the street— Josh’s car was gone. Her chest tightened. She was stranded.

I noticed it the way you notice your own heartbeat: suddenly and all at once, without being able to identify the moment it began. Vaelor's shivering had been constant since I lay down beside him. Each tremor moved through him in waves, and I felt every one of them where we were pressed together, his chest against my back, his arm banded around my waist. The Aether-arrhythmia in his heartbeat had a sound, almost a subsonic vibration that I felt more in my bones than heard with my ears. I kept my hand over his, where it rested against my ribs. I focused on his breathing. Tried to match it. Tried to be steady enough for both of us.

“When my heart stopped…” A trembling breath. “I thought I lost you forever.”

How would someone not develop a heart attack with this look? "For... Forgive me, alpha... I... I... I will... I will come... back..." I stutter nervously, my heart beating rapidly against my chest so loud that he will hear the sound of it if he's attentive enough. My legs refuse to move, but I drag them and manage to turn toward the door. "Wait!" His deep baritone voice sounds through my ears, bringing me to an abrupt halt as it sends cold shivers down my spine. I think I'm doomed...

This side of him, refined yet primal, made my heart race. "Are we really going to have this wedding, Lance?" My voice wavered, betraying the chaos inside me, the doubts that crept in when I was alone. My heart thudded faster at the thought, the very idea of being his fully, irrevocably both thrilling and terrifying.

“Good night.” I was taken aback after he said that before I could get up on my bed. There’s no harm, so I decided to say it back. “Y-Yeah, good night.” Why do I have to stutter every single time? I lay on the bed with embarrassment filling me up. Can I please stop stuttering whenever I talk? And what’s up with my heart? It keeps beating faster and gradually getting louder as if I ran thousands of miles. Don’t tell me… I do have heart disease now? Am I going to die? But that seems better since I might meet Lia— No! What the hell am I thinking? How long do I even have to think about this?

he asked. | waved him off and pushed open the doors to the school entrance. The cold December wind pushed my hair back and | saw the tiny snowflakes falling down on us. | looked over to Swayer who was mumbling to himself and | saw the snowflakes on his hair. | wanted to reach out and touch it so bad but that would be catastrophic. "Are you talking to yourself?" | laughed. He turned and glared at me. "No. I'm just mad."

I felt my heart founding and it actually hurt. I placed my hand on the left side of my chest where I believe the heart is located and listened to the beat. Such an odd feeling... I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep.

He let out a blood curdling scream as the agony of desire raged through his tormented body. His breathing became shallow and his skin pasty as he closed the distance. With waning strength he collapsed at the base of the door, managing to push it forward and his eyes feasted on the images he saw. The old world was calling him. Fake promises, deception. Let go, Finn! Give in!