Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

“Nooooo!” Adam jerks awake, sitting up in the bed quickly. Clutching his chest, he wills his racing heart to slow. He tries to steady his breathing but he can not make his body calm down. The dream took its toll on him, as evidenced by the frantic pounding of his heart.

Flickering fast, so fast that one might presume they are scared or in pain. I can’t tell you how their heart, even though seemingly insignificant to another, causes me such a thrill. Despite having not reached out to talk, I take comfort in their presence. I’m sure it must be one of Damian’s other subjects or maybe a warrior that’s frightened to make the wrong move. Maybe I’ll speak to them tomorrow?… ~~~ Day Six That person, the one with the super-fast heart rate stays around all night and into the next day. The constant thump and whoosh of their blood gave me a life raft to hold onto.

Darren awoke with a start, his heart racing as his mind immediately gravitated towards Lucy. Without wasting a single moment, he hastily threw off the covers and bounded out of bed, the urgency in his movements betraying his anxiety. He rushed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing through the quiet of the night, each beat of his heart echoing in his ears.

Lifting the covers up above my head, I closed my eyes. Just a couple more hours. I jerked awake, startled. My heart beats a mile a minute. Harsh thuds reverberate through the house. Or at least that's what it feels like to me. My head was beginning to pound as the sound of banging reached my ears. What is happening?

It was too much for one heart. She fell into her bed like a child entering a bouncing castle. She didn't even remove her shoes properly. She just fell — _gbam_ — face first into the mattress. Hours passed but she couldn't get any sort of sleep. She turned to the left. She turned to the right. Her heart was beating too fast. Her mind was noisy. Maybe water could fix it. Cold water always helped her calm down. She reached for her water jar on the table beside her bed. It was empty. Dry. She had forgotten to fill it in the morning.

But he was still drunk out of his wits. “My heart is beating backward.” He intoned causing me to freeze. Don’t tell me he was having some cardiac problem right in my hold. Sky would fry my balls before forcing them down my throat. “How do you know it’s beating backward?” He raised his tired hand and pointed up, “Normally, it beats like ‘gooop booop’ okay?” I nodded so damn rapidly I thought my head was going to fall off,

He stood up, fixed his jacket, and walked out the door without looking back. As soon as the click of the latch echoed in the room, a mumble came from the back of my mind. “Please tell me the wild racing heartbeat in here is due to a heart malfunction, and not because of that Ass.” “Jeez, Rosa,” I groaned aloud, flopping back against the pillows. “My heart isn't racing.” I lied through my teeth. “And who calls a racing heart a ‘malfunction’?” I deflected. Rosa rolled her eyes, I could feel the motion distinctly in my mind.

Jeremy: A week later, I wake up screaming from a nightmare. My chest is beating hard and it’s like I am on the verge of a panic attack, but it’s not actually. The nightmares have been coming so frequently that whenever I wake up from them, it feels like I can’t breathe.

My heart was racing faster than the speed of light, my head banging deeper than a drumstick that comes in contact with the drum. I got to his room, pushed the door open, and walked into his room. I moved straight to his king-sized bed, the material which was always a means of comfort. Aided me in being uneasy, I rolled to and fro on the bed. I just couldn't find rest, it was impossible due to the growls and wails I was hearing a few meters away. "You have to be easy on yourself Mara. If not you are going to die of heart palpitation or high blood pressure," my wolf muttered.

Liora I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the silence. My back hit the door fast as I leaned against it, chest rising and falling. My heart was racing, loud, wild, out of control, and I pressed a hand over it like that could somehow slow it down. What the hell just happened? Was I out of my mind? My heart was still hammering in my chest, wild and relentless. Why was it so loud? It had to be the anger. That was all. Not him. Definitely not him.