Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

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?

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.

*River* The air is thick with anticipation, a charged energy that seems to pulse around the room, mirroring the rapid thudding of my heart. I pace back and forth, my hands clammy and my mind racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Today is the day, and I can’t shake the feeling that the universe is holding its breath along with me.

The roar hits me before I’m even fully awake. It’s a deep, thunderous vibration that shakes the very foundation of the house. It’s the sound of metal and chrome, of dozens of engines screaming in unison in the dead of the night. I bolt upright, my heart almost jumping out of my body. I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The screen brightens before my eyes, Four Am.

My heart pounded like a war drum, its frantic beats echoing in my ears, threatening to drown out all rational thought. Exhaustion gripped me, sapping every ounce of strength from my weary body, leaving me devoid of any strength to continue running. Desperation guided my trembling hands as I attempted to retreat, to put some distance between myself and the pursuing rogues. But my hand experienced nothing beneath it, a cliff edge that sent a shiver of dread down my spine. Slowly, I arched my head backward, and at that moment, my heart skipped a beat. I clenched my lips together, desperately trying to regain control of my racing heart. The pounding in my chest was a deafening drumbeat, threaten

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.

Amber’s pov My heart starts racing once again. When something is done at a specific time and in a certain pattern, the human body becomes accustomed to it. Each time I dress up before leaving the house in the morning quickens my heartbeat. When will this end? The truth is, my husband is unhappy. From the bedroom where I'm getting ready, I can hear the running water in the kitchen sink and the clatter of dishes as my husband angrily washes them.

My heartbeat thundered in my chest, pounding too fast and too loud, drowning out everything else. Why the hell did that bother me?