Novel & Cerita Love's Heartbeat

“You sure what you feel isn’t just… proximity to truth?” My breath hitched, and my heart almost skitted to a stop before picking its pace, and fucking shot through the roof. He saw it all unfolding before his eyes. His hand slowly descended to my left breast, then lower, until it spread underneath the globe, and right above the ribs that cocooned the little organ that was close to burning through the cage and out of my body. “You hear that?” He said quietly, my heartbeat drumming into his pulse. My pulse danced on my neck like it was something alive. “That heartbeat? It’s mine. All of it.”

Listening to their rapid heartbeats. *_"

"And the person in my heart is Jasmine. She's the only one who can be my bride." Tracy froze for a second, then raised her voice. "Then why do you miss every year?" … Edward stiffened. Tracy refused to let it go. "You clearly can hit Jasmine's handkerchief, but you choose to miss on purpose. Doesn't that mean you don't want to marry her? "If you don't want to marry her, then you must want to marry me. Otherwise, why would you treat me so well? Every time Jasmine and I argue, you always take my side. It's because you love me more!"

I saw it. The heartbeat. Fast and furious and alive. Something cracked inside my chest. Something I'd been holding together since the moment I signed that contract. Tears slid down my temples into my hair. I didn't wipe them away. "The heartbeat is strong," Dr. Hayes said. "Faster than typical for four weeks, but —" She tilted her head. "But there's something else." "What?" Kael's voice was rough. Dr. Hayes zoomed in. The image blurred, then sharpened.

My world. Adam cupped my face and looked at me with all seriousness radiating off his face. His eyes bored against mine. “I will never ever forget you Ana. Don't you ever think that. You're my first love and the only girl I will ever love. No one else can take you away from me.” He said sternly and I blinked. He grabbed my left hand and placed it on his left sided chest- where his heart was. I gulped and blinked. He wanted me to feel his heartbeat. It was beating so fast.

Everything is so damn beautiful like a beautiful dream. "What happened?" He suddenly asked, raising his eyebrows, bringing me on the earth back. "It feels like a dream," I answered him, still gazing at him dubiously. "It is reality, Princess. Your Mr Stranger is in front of you. I'm in real, in front of your eyes." He gently held my hand with both hand and placed it on the left side of his chest. My heartbeat accelerated as I heard his heartbeat. "My heart is beating for you." He whispered huskily, gazing into my eyes deeply, his eyes are filled with immense love. His heart beats for me and my heart beats for him. "You know when I don't think about you, my heartbeats become restless." He add

Eunice’s POV I could hear his heartbeat, steady, warm, alive, beating for love, beating for desire. I didn’t know what came over me. Perhaps it was that same heartbeat that seemed to echo inside my own chest, syncing with mine as if the two were made for one rhythm.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

“I think you, out of everyone in the world, need one person who can show you how to love again.” “And you think your cousin could do that for me?” she asked as she watched him as he thought about her question. The simple question was more than he had thought it would be. He knew it was two-sided at best. “I think my cousin could help you. I don’t know if it would be the key or not. I do think that he would help open your heart again in a way I don’t think anyone else can. You had someone like him before, so you understand.” Garrett said. “He is alone now. He needs help in life and people to love him back. For you, it may help both of you.”