Something Got A Hold On My Heart Novels & Stories

Michael replied before giving Connor a number. Connor's fingers trembled as he dialed the number and made the call. My phone started ringing in my pocket. With great difficulty, I pulled it out and took the call. "What do you want?" As I took in Connor and Natasha's shocked expressions, my bloodied lips curled into a faint smile.

My thoughts slip through my grasp like sand, impossible to hold on to. The worst part is the sound of someone crying, it's agonizing, broken. The sound tugs at something deep inside me, making my heart clench. It's a voice I know, a voice that means everything to me. I want to comfort her, to tell her I'm here, but each time I try, I feel myself sinking deeper into the abyss, trapped in this endless torment. Then it happens. A soft touch against my chest. Warm. Gentle. Familiar. It starts as the faintest spark flashes to life, then surges through me like a current; it lights up every nerve in my body.

It was as if time had frozen, leaving only two figures standing in the middle—just me and her. My heart no longer had a weak beat in my chest as it had for days. It didn’t skip with uncertainty. Instead, my heartbeat echoed through my body, and power surged through me again. And it wasn’t just once; it was several times, sudden and overwhelming, as though I was drawing it straight from the moon itself.

The bastard will claim her… kiss her sweet, soft lips, sink his teeth into her neck to seal the bond… Fuck. The mere thought of that happening has a fierce flare of jealousy ripple through me. A fist made of steel squeezes my heart and I feel like I'm about to fucking die. Why does love feel like you're having a heart attack? "Are you just going to stand there all day and not enter?" A female voice snaps me out of my reverie and I look towards the entrance of the store, my brows furrowing. "I was just about to," I respond coldly.

I held onto my chest and took deep breaths. Fuck. This isn’t good. Why does my heart keep on beating like a hundred miles per hour?

I said, finally getting the courage to release my hand from his hold. However, my heart rate picked up increasingly when Logan intertwined our fingers. Fireworks erupted inside my chest. The whole crowd was no longer beneath my head, but Logan's unexpected touch had ignited something within me. It made my heart and body mingle into flames. "I didn't ask you to let go of my hand," came his husky voice just below my ears. And at that exact moment, I was sure my heart was going to be in flames for the rest of the day.

"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.

My heart was thumping so wildly within my chest that I feared it might burst. "Can I have you, Taylor? Please, baby, let me have you? I know this may seem strange, coming from me since you were with Wade just now. I would do anything to have a chance with you, even if it were just once," I pleaded and put her hand on my rapidly beating heart.

It was quick, snappy, and had some nasty objectives that caused me to ache. A sultry sigh wanted to escape from my throat, but I swallowed it in. It was so hard for me that I was tempted to raise my hand to my mouth to hold the sound, but if I did, I would raise suspicions about myself. 'Kai can feel your heartbeat, and he can hear it.' I remembered and I began to try to calm my heartbeat. 'Beat normally you damn heart!' I scolded my heart, but no, it wouldn't listen. It was surely the most deaf, dumb, and blind part of my body.

My heart beat heavily. The blood rushed through my veins so fast my hand felt unsteady and when you’re obsessed with something for so long and finally obtain it? It feels like coming home to God and nobody gives up their fucking spot in Heaven.