Rhythm Of The Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Aurora Maxwell My heartbeat, that is all I could hear as it drums in my ear. It goes faster and faster, I don't know what to do to calm it down. I kept hearing it beat, how my heart pumps my blood trough my veins at a fast lighting speed. I tried to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But I only made it worse, it had become clear to me that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress or a ground,I wasn't too sure.

I heard the rhythm of my own heartbeat pounding against my skull. This changes everything.

Listening to their rapid heartbeats. *_"

that needed to be cut. A-flat. B-natural. D. The rhythm changed. It wasn't a march anymore. It was a pulse. A heartbeat. "Mr. Rhodes? Your heart rate is climbing," Brenda said, leaning through the door. She was looking at the monitor by the bed. It was beeping in perfect time with my left hand. The machine was singing along with the concerto. "I'm fine, Brenda. It's a fast song," I snapped, not breaking my stride. "The doctor said—"

"My heart." He took my hand, the one he was holding, and pressed it firmly against his chest. I felt the thick cotton of his hoodie, and beneath it, the hard, steady rhythm of his heart. It was fast—frenetic, even. It matched the erratic thumping of my own.

A soft yet distinct rhythm permeated the air. It started as a faint whisper, like a distant drumbeat carried on a gentle breeze. As I focused my attention, the sound grew louder, filling my ears and captivating my senses. Each thump resonated through the room, a steady cadence that echoed with life's persistent pulse. With each rhythmic thud, I could feel the heartbeat carrying a medley of emotions. I wondered how I could sense something so strong at a disturbing time like this. While still trying to figure out who could be the owner of this heartbeat, my ears rang with a high-pitched reverberation of someone opening the door to the store I hid.

he says, pointing again. “How do you know that?” I ask, remembering that he showed Victor as well. He just shrugs and smiles at me. I move the stethoscope to where he indicated and… My eyes go wide and snap to Victor’s as…I hear it. At first it sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick, but then…the rhythm changes, like listening to two drums at once – sometimes the beats mixing, sometimes distinct. “Oh…oh my god…” I murmur, starting to cry again.

"Resonance holds at zero back-pressure. Rhys, your heart rate is holding steady at one hundred and twelve." Rhys paused, his chest heaving as steam rose off his sweat-sheened skin in the freezing air. He looked up at the observation deck, a dark, dangerous smile touching his lips. "It feels like nothing, Little Wolf. The harness isn't just taking the impact—it’s anticipating my movement before my muscles even contract."

Degh … My heart is beating

I don't think I'd ever get the opportunity to have him this close to me if he ever found out what I was up to. "You look pretty, Skylar," For the first time in weeks, he said my name, and it hit a spot it shouldn't have. I felt my heartbeat pick up an unusually fast pace as we stared into each other's eyes. Why was my heart beating this way? These were dangerous heartbeats. I shouldn't be loving Alfredo Miller again, but here I was, totally smitten by him. I forced myself to believe that I didn't love him because I was mad at him, but the truth was I never stopped loving him. All those years, it was there somewhere hidden in my heart, waiting for the right time to sprout again.