Novel & Cerita It Happened In A Heartbeat

Hacker is sentenced to jail. My legs couldn’t support me, I stumbled and fell still staring at both the newspapers. I was breathing heavily, my head spinning and the little breakfast I had wanted to come out of my mouth. I gulped, patting my chest, trying to console my trembling heart. “Miss. Are you okay?” I closed my eyes, leaning my head back and taking deep breaths. “Miss? Should I call an ambulance?” I shook my head, eyes still closed. “I am fine.” I gasped out.

A smile oozing with derision and venom. As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this. My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles. … A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath warm on my face. I gasped, my hands coming up to brace against his chest, to push him away, but he covered them with his own, holding them there, right over his heart. I could feel its frantic, heavy rhythm. “Jax—” “Elliot,” he whispered my name, and it sounded like a prayer and a curse all at once. “Get away from me,” I said, but the words had no force. They were a reflex, the last defense of a heart that knew it was already lost.

Whatever happened between me and her was just an accident! "An accident?" I asked with a light scoff. I then retrieved my iPad and showed him the Instagram account that fully showed off their sweet, secret relationship, pausing slightly as I scrolled down every post. "When I told you that I had a design black and asked you out on a date for inspiration, you told me that you had an urgent emergency meeting at the pack and couldn't leave. However, you were happily shopping with Queenie just two seconds later. "When I was stung by the venomous wasp, you promised me that you'd come and take care of me, but you ended up talking and flirting with Queenie outside my room door.

The Quiet Car The neon glare of the night market faded into the background as they finally broke through the suffocating thick of the crowd. Avery was walking faster now, her boots clicking erratically against the cracked concrete of the side street where the black car was parked. Her chest felt tight. The sensory overload—the shouting vendors, the heat, the relentless bumping of strangers, and the sharp, sudden jolt of that intimate moment with Vivian—had caught up to her all at once. Her fingers were trembling slightly as she tried to pull open the car door.

Her stylish blouse and fitted blazer concealed any hint of a baby bump, making it impossible to tell she was already four months along. Then I focused my hearing. Beneath the chatter of the guests, the clinking of wine glasses, and the soft music drifting through the room, I heard it. A tiny heartbeat. Fast. Strong. Steady. My own heart skipped. For a split second, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over me. The tiny heartbeat echoed through my mind, tugging at something buried deep inside me, as though I had heard that precious rhythm before. A flash of warmth and longing surfaced before disappearing just as quickly.

The heartbeat came again. Thump. The silver door beneath Evelyn trembled. Thump. The sound traveled through the floor, through the walls, through the thousands of sleeping chambers surrounding them. Thump. Evelyn stopped breathing. It wasn't Eli's heartbeat. It wasn't hers. And it wasn't Lucian's. She knew that with a certainty that frightened her more than anything else. Because she had heard that heartbeat before. Not in this world. Not in a memory.

The last time I felt this way was in highschool but I'll die before I let anyone know and ever since then I've not had such feeling. I chuckled a little as I remembered her laugh, it was so contagious, it's the kind of laugh you'll want to get back home to hear and this feeling is scaring the shit out of me. Back To Present Day " You need to get this girl out of your mind before it's too late" I thought closing my eyes for a brief moment. My phone beeped and I checked the ID before picking. "Hey man" Ace said from the other end "Hey what's up?" I asked putting a hand through my hair as I crashed on the bed.

"Scarlet Ford’s pacemaker recorded a catastrophic cardiac event. Her heart rate violently shot up from 80 beats per minute to an incredibly dangerous 190 beats per minute in less than five seconds." My breath hitched in my throat. 11:42 PM. That was the exact time on the police report. That was the exact minute the street camera caught a blurry red sports car hitting Ana in the rain. "What caused this spike, Doctor?" Clara asked, her voice ringing clear and loud. "Was it a heart attack?"

he said, his voice low and mysterious. Betty's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a sense of trepidation. She knew it was going to be a very long night.