Something Got A Hold On My Heart Novels & Stories

So, she did the only thing she could think of - she turned her gaze, breaking the spell that held her captive. She wanted to be away from him, to escape the emotions that swirled inside her, but her heart thought otherwise. It pleaded with her to hold on, to listen to his heart and not his words, to hope that he would apologize for hurting her previously. She waited desperately for a response, her ears straining to hear the words that would give her comfort, that would make sense of the chaos that had become her life.

“When did it all start? Every time I see you, my heart beats quicker. I've never felt like this before. It appears frightening, yet it feels fantastic since it gives me a pleasant sensation in my heart. What is its name?” He grabbed my hand in his and placed it on his chest, which now had a strong heartbeat. I bit the inside of my lower lip. I can't get caught up in what he's doing because I know one day he'll have to release go of my fingers, his heart will stop beating, and he'll stab me in the back. It's difficult to bet today because you don't know if it's worthwhile. People always say that everything happens for a reason but … I hope, I know that reason.

thud My heart was beating louder as I took shaky steps back. But before I could make it to three steps, he was already with me. He wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me closer. At this rate, I will have to have a heart check up cause my heart seems faulty. Not just my heart, but my whole body. His fingers were already drawing circles on my hip. Wait, when did that get there. No this is wrong. But why does wrong feel so good. I wave that thought away. We have to stop.

My heart, something that had felt distant for so long, began to beat louder, faster, as if it was trying to catch up with something it had missed. I couldn’t look away. All I could feel was my loud heartbeat.

My heart wouldn’t calm down. Something in me had shifted, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what that meant.

"I think I got a little carried away." "Battle scars I will gladly take any time you'd like to dole them out," he assured her. He kissed her palm again before laying it directly over his still pounding heart and the infinity tattoo there. They lay in silence for quite a while lost in their own thoughts but their hands never leaving the other. Harper was just about to drift off when a familiar ring tone destroyed the contented quiet. Soul Bossa Nova from the Austin Powers movie. Cam. The ringtone had been a joke between them but now made a cold ball of dread coalesce in the pit of her stomach. What time was it? Everyone must be worried about her.

“But you should have seen your cheeks! Oh my god! Irene! They were literally pinkish-red!” “Okay, Vicky. Shush now.” But I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. Just a mention of him- that’s all it takes to make me smile like crazy. Sigh. Is this what it’s like to feel lightheaded? I don’t know, but one thing I do know is that I’m not giving up on him. Mia’s wrong, she’ll see. No matter how much time it takes, no matter how long I will have to wait. He is it for me

I asked him, and he nodded at me, before grabbing my hand and making me place it right there on his chest. “Can you feel it? It's because of you that my heart is like this”. He said to me. ‘What is going on? What has come over him?!’. I thought, because it felt like a dream to me. But it was a dream come true. My heart began to beat as well. A sign that I have not gotten over him. I took a deep breath, before my eyes turned serious, and I removed my hand from his chest and slapped his shoulder instead.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”