Jantung Kaget Saat Tidur Novels & Stories

He smiled revealing four lines of wrinkles around his eyes. “It's no problem. What did you want to tell me?” He pulled my chair by the vanity and sat down and pulled out some charts of lines and zig zags. “Your fainting spells are quite unusual and while you slept you had a lot of night terrors. We were scared you would not make it but after inducing your sleep, you slept for a full day and your brain rhythms came back normal and your heart rate too.” My feet curled as I looked at the graphs. “Was there anything you saw that made you react that way?”

I asked myself, feeling uncomfortable. Troubled by the sudden aura engulfing me, I rushed back into the mansion, aiming for my room. "I must be tired. All I need is a bed rest and I'll be fine," I assumed, getting closer to my room. Quickly, I rushed into my bedroom, which was a bit dark, and shut the door from behind. I sat on my bed, trying to get myself under control. "Why is my heart racing so fast?" I observed, hearing how my heartbeat was pounding like crazy.

Y A N A I wake up with a jolt, and my heart beats inside my chest loudly, making me clutch it as though I’m holding on for dear life. I sit up, and when I look around I notice that I’m all alone, with the apartment dark and empty. Fear strikes my heart. Memories from the dream are still playing in my head. What the hell was that?

Aria Blake Something ripped me out of sleep. Not gently hard, sudden, like being yanked out of water before you could breathe. My heart slammed so fast I thought it would burst. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Everything around me was dark and still, but my body was shaking like it hadn’t gotten the message that the nightmare was over. My pulse beat everywhere at oncethroat, wrists, behind my eyes like my blood couldn’t decide where to hide.

What he had initially thought was just heavy sleep now seemed more serious. She wasn't just sleeping—she was unconscious. He quickly pulled out his phone and called Gath. "Gath, tell me, do people with heart conditions tend to sleep a lot?" Gath, in the middle of an academic conference, was momentarily confused before realizing who Calvert was referring to. "People with heart conditions do tend to feel drowsy..." "But would they sleep so deeply that they can't be woken up?" While heart disease itself doesn't cause unconsciousness, heart failure can.

“Did you see their faces?” Not really. She’d been too busy looking at the smile on his. Jace’s eyes flipped open, his heart still thumping with terror. He hadn’t had that nightmare about his mother’s death in years. Now it haunted him regularly. A hand stroked his belly in the darkness. “You okay?” Aggie murmured groggily. “Yeah.” “You’ve been moaning in your sleep.” “Nightmares. I probably shouldn’t eat a twelve-ounce steak right before bed.”

Lucas’ POV I woke abruptly in the middle of the night, breath ragged, my heart thumping as though I had been dragged out of some nightmare. But there was no dream to remember. Just confusion. Just the heavy weight pressing down on my chest that refused to let me rest.

I was startled, staggering backward a little before her height changed to her usual height. Her radiant smile seems so assuring that it calms all my nerves. Her warm, loving eyes lock onto mine, and she whispers: “Mate.” I furrowed my brows when I heard her, about to respond. A distant noise distracted me. Knock-knock-knock I jolted up from my sleep, covered in sweat. My heart was beating crazily like never before. It was morning already. The knock on the door didn't stop. I reached out to the bedside table and gulped down the glass of water. Stabilizing my breath, I permitted the person to come in.

Her scent envelops me, and I drift off to sleep almost instantly. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but the room is dark when I jerk awake with a gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my skin is slick with a cold sweat.

The bed frame creaks and I startle awake. I sit up, goosebumps covering my arms, and blink in the dark. “Jon?” I whisper, feeling the mattress shake beneath me. I didn’t mean to fall asleep in Jonathan’s bed. I’m on top of the covers and he’s underneath, and we’re on the opposite sides of this King bed. The sheets rustle and I see the outline of Jonathan’s large body moving. Red hot fear pulses over me and my heart immediately begins racing. I reach for Jon, hand landing on his shoulder.