Jantung Berdebar Dan Gemetar Novels & Stories

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."

He hastily approached the place where the gathering was supposed to be held. All of a sudden, his heart picked up speed and he felt an acute twinge in his chest. A sense of dread crept through his body, warning him that something terrible was about to happen. He tried to shake off the sensation, but it steadily built until his muscles seized up, causing him to double over in agony. Another scream filled the air, and Jeremy felt like he had been struck on the head by some unknown force. He gasped for air as his vision blurred a little, his heart pounding at an alarming pace.

I was worried as hell and couldn't breath. I could suddenly hear my ECG beeping more quickly than it was previously. Am I gonna die here?

Do you feel the same spark? LimberJack: I bet you do, but please answer me baby. LonelyGirl: Yes. 100% yes. LonelyGirl: I feel like I can't breath. My pulse is racing and my heart is pounding like I'm freaking running a race. LimberJack: I know you are my needy girl, but this is a marathon, not a sprint. Stay with me. I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you.

"Do you hear that? The heartbeats in this room... they're not in sync." I paused, my attention drawn away from the spell book. My pulse quickened, a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. I closed my eyes, focusing on the rhythm that filled the space, and there it was—a dissonance, an irregularity in the symphony of heartbeats that surrounded us. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the erratic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

I woke to thunder. Not the storm kind that rattles windows and splits skies, but the steady, relentless rumble of Theo's heart beneath my cheek. It crashed against my eardrums like waves breaking on rocks, each beat so distinct I could almost taste the copper and salt of his blood pushing through chambers and valves. His chest rose and fell beneath me, the rush of air through his lungs a windstorm in my ears. I'd never heard anything so beautifully invasive in my life.

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

My heart beat drops, breath freezes, and blood pounds into my ears as I make out the familiar faces on the screen. Oh fuck! ▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

To save her, echoing over and over, and he couldn't—he couldn't— His heart slammed back to life without warning. The first beat was a detonation. The second, a fist through his sternum. Each subsequent pulse arrived too fast, too hard, like his heart was trying to break free of his ribcage, tearing itself apart in its desperation to pump blood through veins that had forgotten their purpose. He could feel each beat everywhere—a violent percussion in his fingertips that made them twitch against the tablecloth. In his jaw, where his teeth ached from clenching. In his temples, where pressure built like storm clouds gathering.

My breath catches, my pulse skyrocketing. I tear my other earbud out, tossing them both onto the side table and shooting to my feet. My sketchbook and pencil clatter to the floor, but I hardly even notice until I’m stumbling over them, nearly tripping over my feet in my haste to get to my apartment door. I can’t get it open fast enough; my heart pounds at a chaotic rhythm as I fumble with the lock, nearly tearing the door from its hinges when I finally get it open.