Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

The beating of his heart is still irregular, sometimes strong sometimes weak, and such a feeling is keeping him troubled and flustered with no way to know the reason why. A stifled breath passed through his lips as General Markus tightly closed his eyes to smother down the uneasiness and pain that seems to have taken root on his healthy body since that night. “What the hell is happening to me?” His inaudible whisper was instantly drowned by the room’s silence as he drifted off to sleep.

Venessa’s POV: The silence of the mansion at midnight felt suffocating, the kind of silence that presses down on your chest, making each breath heavier than the last. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the way my heart seemed to be pounding in my chest. The pressure was building, that familiar ache spreading from my chest to my arms, making them feel numb. My pulse throbbed in my ears, and no matter how many times I shifted positions or tried to find a comfortable angle, the pain wouldn’t subside.

Sleepiness strikes hard because I haven't slept in two days. It’s crawls over my eyes, making them feel heavy, yet every time I close my eyes, flashes of horror always appear, stopping me from falling into a comfortable sleep. The clock on the wall ticked softly, breaking the silence of the night that felt too quiet. But suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside. The sound of slamming doors and hurried footsteps. It gets closer, echoing up to my bedroom door, then...

Hands? They were wiggling in an odd trembling rhythm, discouraging him to control their movement. His heart was weakly palpitating in the core of his ears, making it hard for him to make out the many sounds that surrounded him. A spark of terror that was openly married to excitement clouded his mind, with a cunning intent to force his head to think of nothing else but a "sin" he committed last night.

The images were flying through my head, barraging me. My heart was beating so rapidly, I felt like it was hard to breathe. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't force myself to calm. I couldn't slow down my heartbeat. My blood pulsed throughout my body, throbbing between my legs. An itch had started there, just beneath the surface of my vagina. It begged for me to tickle it.

I wake up with my heart pounding. Sweat drips down my back so my vest is stuck to it. There is a feeling of impending darkness, of something so heavy in my chest that it seems to get larger by the minute. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stay there, panting. My heart stutters, and I rub my chest.

I was so afraid that Hogan might also notice the pounding inside my chest which tuned down all sounds around the place. It was all I could hear. Bam! Ba bam! Bam! Ba bam! Every pound felt like my whole body was in great tremor as if I was standing on a giant loudspeaker. And this continued for long minutes. ‘Darn. I could not fall asleep at all,’ I cursed, wide awake. My eyes, which were wide open, stared blankly at the space. My heartbeat does not have any sign of fading. If this goes on, I think I have to forget sleeping at all.

It was fun, and | was definitely getting better each day, so i decided to find a local gym nearby my house to join. | decided that | would jog since it was only a mile and a half away. The scenery was pretty | guess, but i still missed my daily runs along the beach in the evening. No way was | going to run in the morning. If you wake me up before nine o'clock, there would be hell to pay. | finally reached the old warehouse. It had foggy windows and the bricks were a dark brown-red. | walked in from the steel doors and looked around. All | could see were men. All different sizes of them. Tall, short, stocky, skinny, intimidating, weak. As | walked past them to the back of the warehouse, they

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.

In the middle of the night, Christian abruptly woke up and sat straight on the bed, holding his head in his hand firmly as he was experiencing intolerable pain in his head. He was sweating profusely and tried to calm his racing heart, taking some deep breaths, but nothing helped him.