Jantung Berdebar Dan Gemetar Novels & Stories

Sumire felt a wave of sudden, intense nervousness as the cold crawled into every fiber of her being. An inexplicable emotion has now swirling inside her. She broke into a sweat. Her heart pounded rapidly, almost bursting out of her chest, and her hand began shaking uncontrollably and feeling cold.

Like blows. Or a huge heart beating.

I whisper, trying to create a sense of safety amidst the tension. Even though I was telling her to relax, it felt like I should be telling that to my own heart instead. It was pounding intensely, each beat resonating through my chest with alarming force, as if it were a ticking time bomb on the verge of exploding. The rapid thumping was so relentless that I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, heightening my sense of worry.

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."

His heart hammered against his ribs, his breath ragged and uneven once again. What?

My heart was thudding against my ribcage. The doorknob jiggled again.

I jerked slightly. My heart now beating frantically against my chest. “Relax, baby. I just want to check something.”

My heart was still racing like a trapped animal. What the fuck was all that? And why the hell is my heart still beating so fast?

He grasps for me, but I shake my head and step back to create distance and clear my head. My hands curl into fists without thinking. It feels like my body is on high alert, every nerve on edge, pulsing with fury. Or maybe fear. I feel like I could shatter something—maybe it’s just my heart shattering. My patience dangles by a thread. Every small movement feels heavy and deliberate, like even the simple act of breathing takes effort. Despite that, I can feel my heart pounding, hard and fast, and every second I stand there without saying anything, it only gets louder, like a drumbeat inside me shouting “run, run, run.”

My heart almost flew out of my chest with it’s erratic beats. “Drive faster!” I screamed at the driver who immediately hits the gas, speeding up.