Rhythm Of The Heartbeat Novels & Stories

Amber’s pov My heart starts racing once again. When something is done at a specific time and in a certain pattern, the human body becomes accustomed to it. Each time I dress up before leaving the house in the morning quickens my heartbeat. When will this end? The truth is, my husband is unhappy. From the bedroom where I'm getting ready, I can hear the running water in the kitchen sink and the clatter of dishes as my husband angrily washes them.

It was barely audible amidst the chaos of my thoughts. However, I pushed myself, utterly determined to calm the turmoil. In no time, my heartbeat sounded in my ears, steady as a drumbeat. It grounded me, providing a rhythm amidst the chaos. I could sense a transformation looming, a shift in my very essence. It was agonizing and overwhelming, yet I persevered, determined to confront whatever lay ahead. My heartbeat became increasingly prominent, with blood coursing through my veins like a raging river.

Fiona was just drowning in her own fantasies. Unconvinced, she stood in front of him. “Do you love me, Silas?” She asked again He knew just how to stop her questions. He leaned in to kiss her, but surprisingly, she stopped him. Fiona placed his hand on her chest. He felt her heart pulsing, beating in a fine rhythm. Symptoms of a healthy heart. “Do you feel it?” She asked, her brows knitted. All he felt was her heartbeat. “Do you feel my love for you?,” She asked again.

"Quincey, I spent three hours making this food. Make sure Hudson eats it." I went to the restroom to treat my wound. After that, I passed by the room and saw Quincey tossing the container straight into the trash. I paused and let out a sigh before walking away. When Hudson was diagnosed with his heart condition, I was shocked and worried. We'd been married for two years. He kept a very regular schedule and, as a university professor, had even once played in a faculty basketball game. Two months ago, he was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect. While I was losing sleep trying to find a donor, Quincey's boyfriend had an accident.

"Huh! What happened now?" Raymond turned his head at the screed that was displaying his vitals. He saw the heart rate was falling down quickly. From 194 it fell to 170, then 150. For a second, Raymond felt as if something bad happened to him. Until he saw that it stabilized at 80.

Storm I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself down, but my lungs were so tight that I couldn’t get a lungful of air. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like I had tachycardia. Tachycardia is a condition I had recently been learning about in class. It is a medical condition where the heart beats too fast, and in doing so may not pump enough blood to the rest of the body. This can starve the organs and tissues of oxygen and can cause symptoms such as: shortness of breath, light headedness, rapid pulse rate, heart palpitations, chest pain, and even fainting.

I couldn't even recognize why my heart has gone wild now for the nth time. It's not just that each beat is fast and loud. Erratic, chaotic, slow then suddenly speeding up, and very strong. I could hear every heartbeat as if I was wearing a stethoscope that was directly opposite my heart and meant to let me hear what kind of effect Waldo had on my heart. "Waldo..." I mumbled.

A slow, steady rhythm. Like a heartbeat. "Xavier, please! Just get me inside!" "Shut up! Listen!" In the silence that followed, a soft, rhythmic thud echoed from behind the walls. Thump. Thump. Thump. It wasn't a heartbeat.

My chest tightened, something rising up inside me so fast it almost hurt. “And this,” Dr. Chen continued, pressing a button, “is the heartbeat.” A soft sound filled the room. Fast. Rhythmic. Alive. I froze. The sound wrapped around me, sank into my bones, into my chest, into every part of me that had been clenched with fear just moments ago. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. Too fast to count. Too steady to ignore. My breath caught. “That’s…” Her voice broke. “That’s my baby?”

But undeniably there. Lydia stares at the screen. For a moment the world outside the room disappears. “That’s really…” She can’t finish the sentence. “Yes,” the doctor says. “Really.” Then a sound fills the room. Fast. Steady. Rhythmic. A soft pulsing noise that echoes gently through the speakers. Lydia’s breath catches. “What is that?” The doctor smiles. “That’s the heartbeat.” The sound continues. Quick and determined. Like a tiny drum beating inside the quiet room.