Reborn Doll Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Adrian stood beside me with his arms folded, and Felix caught my eye behind Adrian’s back and mouthed he’s going to lose it and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The technician pressed the wand against my stomach. The screen flickered. Then she found it. A heartbeat. Fast and small and impossibly loud in the quiet room, filling every corner of it, filling me—a tiny galloping rhythm that did not sound like my own, that did not belong to anyone I had ever met, that was coming from inside me. I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. “There we go,” the technician said warmly. “Strong heartbeat. Exactly where we want it.”

Beside her, the formidable head of the DeLuca family completely forgot how to breathe, his dark eyes wide with a pure, unadulterated awe. The doctor adjusted a few software settings on her console, tapping a command. "Let's listen." Then—a magnificent, rhythmic sound filled the entire room. *Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump.* It was incredibly fast. Impossibly strong. Absolutely steady. A heartbeat. Their baby's heartbeat.

And hugged me. “I miss Daddy,” it said in a small, hoarse voice, like from inside a coffin not yet sealed. I slowly pulled away, forcing the doll to fall from my arms. The dull thud when it hit the floor sounded more like flesh than fabric. Not cotton. Not cloth. But something wetter... more alive. My hands shook. I stepped back and aimed the flashlight at its face. Its lips were torn into a crooked smile. Its nose was dented. And on its chest—stitched in small thread: A.

his chest that is holding the air he'd been inhaling dramatically falls down with her face on top of where his heart beats can be heard. Heart beats that weren't there anymore as his weak body lands on the bed. "D-Dada..." with eyes opening wide, she looks up to him. In a split second, the machine begins beeping and the screen shows nothing but a flat line indicating he'd taken his goodbye. "No..." she whispers not knowing what to do and what to say first. "No!" When she finally gets a grip, she clasps her hand together and begins reviving him by pumping on his chest. "Dada no..." She whispers as she continues to pump on his chest, giving her all to make his heart beat again.

]] they all stop and look to me, a few nurses with tears in their eyes, I walk over to her and look down at her [[ give me a scapel ]] I was given one and tore open her gown and gave her a gash just above her heart then I cut myself and dripped my blood into the cut and licked it to seal it and stepped away [[ try again ]] They once again tried * clear! * the sound of the machine went off and her body jolted upwards * beeeeeeeeeeeeeep * come on baby come on, please! come back to us please baby, please * beep beep beep beep beep beep beep * ** oh thank the Goddess we got a pulse! thank the Goddess she's back **

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

I simply pressed one hand flat against my stomach, feeling for the anchor. Leo? A rhythmic, heavy vibration answered deep in my marrow. It wasn't a heartbeat—not yet—but a pulse of raw data-stream that Rebirth City’s scanners couldn't map. He was steady. The child was the only thing in this world that wasn't currently pixelating into nothingness.

It had nearly drained all of Doll's life force. Spitfire sighed in relief as he felt the steady heartbeat along the auric connection with Doll. Underneath the no-fur's own healthy, but very tired aura, Spitfire could also feel the forming lives of the kits. It was too soon to know how many but threads were coming from them that connected them to both of their toms as well as the kits growing inside Spitfire himself.

Not one presence anymore. Two heartbeats echo in perfect synchronization. I freeze. Dylan feels it immediately. “What?” I lift my hand slowly to my abdomen. The warmth there is different now. Stronger. Alive in a new way. The grid pulses outward once. Soft. Radiant. And somewhere far beyond the sealed fracture Something ancient notices.

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.