Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

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.

"Attraction is not a choice." -David DeAngelo- *** Damian laid in bed, trying his best to close his eyes and just go to sleep already, however he had been restless for the past thirty minutes, it was as if his mind refused to shut down, only this time, there was something else that kept him up at night. It was the beating of his heart which made him unable to relax. He had experienced accelerated heartbeat before in the past, but he had never experienced anything like that.

Beneath me Marco stiffens, before stating with a drunk slur in his words. “Water… I need water.” I blink myself back to reality and pull myself off him. “Course, wait here,” I hurry back into the kitchen. Although as I fill a glass my mind can’t help but wonder. I decide to ask the newly found voice in my head. “Is it normal to have a fast heartrate when you’re drunk?” As if on cue, my wolf makes herself known with a response. ‘It’s possible.’ I’m not totally satisfied. “But how come I feel as if nervousness can also cause a racing heartbeat?”

Zara had never felt this restless. It was close to midnight, and she tossed from one side of the bed to the other, staring at the ceiling like it held answers she could not find. Her apartment was quiet, too quiet, and all she could hear was her own heartbeat, heavy and distracting. She knew what was wrong or rather, who was the cause of the problem.

I woke up at 2 am, a soft light from my alarm clock shining on my face. My heart raced, and a swirl of thoughts filled my mind. My heart felt heavy with worry, the quiet of the night wrapping around me like a thick blanket. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing, Tomorrow was the big day. I had to start work in the family business, and I felt a knot in my stomach. What if I wasn’t ready? I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the worry.

Cassius I woke with a jolt, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The sudden rush of anxiety hit me like a freight train, my breath shallow as my senses heightened. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the old clock on the wall. It read 2 a.m. The darkness of the room pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Something wasn’t right. My wolf was pacing anxiously in the back of my mind, urging me to do something, to move. But what?

As I slowly woke up from my deep slumber, all I could hear was my heartbeat. It went faster and faster. I panicked. I had no idea how to calm down. I kept hearing it beating, how my heart pumps my blood through my veins at a fast tempo. I try to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But it only worsened my anxiety. To my horror, I noticed that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress. I try to move around my weak limbs with not much success. My hands and ankles were tied down with some type of cuffs. It did not hurt, but it was not comfortable either.