Second Heartbeat Novels & Stories

I placed my second hand on my own chest to compare our heart beat rate, and realized mine was faster than his. I looked up at him. “Easton?” I called and he smiled at me. “Why is my heartbeat faster than yours? Your heart isn’t beating at the normal rate. Why is that?” I asked, worried that something might be wrong with him. I thought our heart rates were supposed to be the same. Why was his different?

The monitor. Beep. I nearly collapsed. Beep... beep... A pulse. Weak, faint—but there. The doctor exhaled, his hand shaking as he adjusted the equipment. “He’s back. But it’s faint. We need to stabilize him.” A rush of voices. The nurses moving rapidly, adjusting IV lines and rechecking vitals. But something wasn’t right. The heart monitor... There were two sets of heartbeats. The doctor paled, staring at the screen. “That’s... not possible.”

Two distinct shapes, curled, one larger than the other. "Twin A is measuring right on track," Priya said, moving the wand slowly. "Good size. Heart rate's strong." She adjusted. "And Twin B there we go. Also on track. A little smaller, which is completely normal for the second twin, nothing to worry about." I looked at the screen. Two heartbeats, two flickering rhythms, side by side. Camille had gone very quiet beside me. I glanced over and found her with both hands pressed to her mouth, eyes bright.

Damian said, his voice dropping an octave. "Stay focused. Ground yourself." I didn't answer. The Sovereign engine in my chest was redlining, the Third Heartbeat thudding in a frantic, syncopated rhythm that felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs. Seventy-two beats. Seventy-two beats. It was mimicking him, but it was moving too fast, dragging my nervous system along for the ride. My skin was misting. White vapor rose from my arms in thick plumes as my sweat vaporized the second it hit the air. The silver threads lacing through my wrists glowed so bright they burned through the thin silk of my robe.

CHAPTER 75~ RHYTHM OF MY HEART ~ ROMEO~ The rhythm of my heartbeat was increasing with every passing second. I could hear my heart thumping louder than usual. Usually, my heart beats four times slower than anyone. It was not like this before, it used to beat like a normal heart but with time I learned this art of controlling my heartbeat. It helps me beat my enemies more easily. They think I died because of my slow heartbeat, however, that was when I seized the opportunity to kill them. To tear them apart.

“Yes. We don't want to know just yet.” Dr. Morgan nodded, moving the wand slightly across my abdomen. Then she paused. Her brow lifted. The speaker crackled again and another rapid rhythm joined the first. Distinct and separate from the first. My heart stopped. “What's that?” Roman blinked. “Wait.” Dr. Morgan’s smile widened slowly, knowingly. “Well,” she said warmly, “it sounds like we have two very strong heartbeats. Seems like we have a little runaway in there.” There was silence first. Then everything happened at once.

"Yes, Aella. You are my heartbeat. How can one survive without a heart?" "I love you Ace; I love the way you love Mia. You are such a good father." "I love you too Aella, and thank you for giving me, Mia" "Well, that explains why I ended up with baby number two." I laugh, kissing my wife. "Let me show you how much I have missed you." She is mine, she is my heartbeat, and as long as my heart keeps beating, I will know that she is mine. And at that moment, surrounded by Aella's smile and love, I knew strongly that our love would outlast even the setting sun.

Her heartbeat was so agitated and intense that she thought she could hear it. “Tun-tun, tun-tun…” The sounds kept repeating in her head as if she was being chased by those palpitations. She didn't know where she had gotten so much energy since her body was weak. Was it the survival instinct? She didn't know! She only wanted to achieve her goal: to escape for her life.

The clock on the bedside table glowed 12:17 AM. The house was swallowed in silence, save for the distant hum of streetlights flickering outside. Then, the front door clicked, the softest sound, yet it sliced through the stillness and made my heart race. I sat up in bed, the cool sheets tangled around me.

"Well, there is a heartbeat." He smiles, and together we hear the heart beating. "And there is a second heartbeat." He turns, smiling at us, moving it again so we could hear the other heartbeat. Lying, I take it in. Are there two? Sean looks worried. "The baby has two hearts? How is that even possible?" He looks at me with concern. "No, sir, you have two healthy babies with two healthy heartbeats." The man is smiling at Sean, who now looks frozen.