Novel & Cerita If Your Heart Is Wavering

The words from earlier at the café kept echoing in my mind, and I fumbled in my pocket to take a video of what I’m seeing using my phone. “There you go. Would you like to go with me, hmm?” I shuddered at his eerie voice. My hands were shaking as I hurriedly typed my passcode and tap my camera icon. Perhaps I was just extremely unlucky because when I started to record, my camera flash turned on along with it. “Oh my God,” I shrieked in fear when he turned around in my direction.

he takes my face in his hand and kisses me. Fuck his lips are so soft against mine. it feels like heaven. I should stop him, shout at him my mind is screaming telling me to stop him, but my heart says no just live the moment. we pull away to breathe. we are looking into each other eyes "I'm not going to see you again. right?"

My fingers are trembling and my heart beta is frantic. What… what is happening to me?

[My Heart Shakes] — "David? David, are you okay?" An anxious Travis, whose hands were trembling, whispered a query that nervously flew out of his dry lips. His voice was cracking up with emotions while his tear-filled eyes witnessed David's body convulse on his lap. His heart was palpitating in the bedchambers of his throat, urging him to release it from his system. Heavy with despair— his heart yearned him to release a quivering, silent cry that pierced into David's ears— hustling him from his tragic world.

The apprehension of potential rejection, the haunting specter of her disdain, it all coalesced into a tempest of unease that threatened to engulf my resolve. My heart, that once steady metronome of life, now seemed determined to free itself from the confines of my chest, racing with an intensity that echoed the galloping hooves of a stallion in flight. Each beat reverberated through my entire being, a relentless reminder of the stakes at play.

And how that ultimately led to our sexacapades. “Hmmmn… I’ll just say be careful and not fully trust him. His words are nothing if his actions don’t match them. If he loves you and wants you, then he has to choose you completely. That b*tch has to leave the picture for good. Until that happens, guard your heart diligently and only take his promises with a pinch of salt. Do not let him fool you,” Ava advised while I just listened and nodded.

It halted me mid-step as uncertainty gripped my chest. My heart raced, a steady drum in the silence. No one should be out on the road, not with the storm raging like a wild beast, howling and pounding against the windows. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, as I stared into the blizzard that obscured everything beyond the safety of my home. Yet, amidst the swirling flurries, the headlights pulsed like a heartbeat on the distant winding road, flickering erratically through the gusts of snow.

“We need to go back.” “What do you mean? I just go out here.” I feel a jolt in my chest that makes my knees tremble. Did I mention I had a device attached to my heart? It’s a bit of a shocker and doesn’t feel nice. I guess I could walk around as long as there was something to reel me in as needed.

His fingers unfurled allowing me to intertwine my fingers with his. I shifted gently, easing my head onto his chest, where I could hear his heart pounding frenetically. It felt like a desperate Morse code against my ear, an intimate indicator of the battle he was waging within himself. His heart rhythm reverberated through my ear, a frenzied tempo that matched the palpable tension in the room. Each beat was a pulse of raw emotion, a stark contrast to the stoic mask he wore. "Clay," I murmured softly, "calm down, please. Do it for me. Please." My voice was a mere wisp, barely louder than the erratic drumming of his heart, but loaded with an urgency that I hoped he'd feel as deeply as I did.

Tora replied hesitantly. "Something might have h-happened to Ari, b-but no one is around her. We need to f-find her," I stammered while clenching my hand on my chest due to the pain I am feeling. My heart was pounding fast, causing me to tremble and sweat profusely. Lowell seemed to feel the same as he dropped to the floor, weeping in horror. It's too dangerous; we might accidentally go out of control if this sensation intensifies further.