Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

BANG BANG BANG The deafening sound of pounding on the door echoed through the dimly lit room, shattering the silence of the night. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of the harsh knocks. Fear chewed at me, threatening to consume me in its suffocating grip.

Anxiety crept into Juliana's heart, making her heart beat faster. Juliana's heart was beating faster than usual, reflecting the anxiety welling up inside her. She felt a small, invisible tremor in her stomach, reminding her of the life growing inside. A light touch of her slender hand stroked her stomach which was still flat, trying to calm the anxiety creeping through her veins. Today's wedding was a turning point in her life, and the upcoming responsibilities made her feel mixed feelings. Juliana's heart beats faster today, echoing in her chest like a joyful symphony.

Mia’s eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The moonlight spilled into her room, illuminating the scattered thoughts in her mind. She pressed a hand against her heart, trying to calm the erratic beats that echoed through her body. Sleep was impossible tonight. Her emotions were too tangled, her feelings toward the brothers too confusing to sort out.

I shrugged at that thought as I covered myself with my blanket. I groaned as I jolted up from my bed, my heart was racing really fast. I checked the alarm clock and it was just the middle of the night, 2:30a.m to be precise. I stood up as I tried to calm down my racing heart but then it was almost impossible to calm myself down. I poured a little vodka in my cup but in full rage, I had smashed the glass cup I was holding as my favorite vodka couldn’t help me regain calmness.

I leaned against the door, my palm on my pounding heart, trying to calm it down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sleep came in pieces that night. The St. James house held too much tension for rest to settle properly. Every creak sounded suspicious. Every car passing by felt like someone circling the block. Even the clock ticking in the hallway seemed louder, like it was keeping count of everyone’s heartbeat.

My heart beat so fast, but I forced myself to calm down. This is crazy… My heart is beating so fast…

Her pulse thunders in her ears, and it takes precious moments for the residual terror to subside in the tiniest sense of it. In the eerie stillness of the night, Marisol clutched at the sheets, her heart racing wildly owing to the scare of the nightmare that had taken a few nights off, only to return stronger than it would seem. The vivid imagery of the beast persists even behind her closed lids, haunting her waking moments as she grapples with the remnants of the surreal horror that had unfolded in her dreams.

The soft glow of moonlight spills through my bedroom window, casting long shadows across the room. My heart hammers in my chest as I zip my bag, the last one to precise, trying to keep my hands steady. Every sound—the rustle of fabric, the faint creak of the floorboards beneath my feet—feels deafening.