Sound Of Your Heart Novels & Stories

The whisper of wind through the trees. And the sound. That beautiful, rhythmic sound in my ear. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Her heart is still beating. And so I keep breathing.

I woke to thunder. Not the storm kind that rattles windows and splits skies, but the steady, relentless rumble of Theo's heart beneath my cheek. It crashed against my eardrums like waves breaking on rocks, each beat so distinct I could almost taste the copper and salt of his blood pushing through chambers and valves. His chest rose and fell beneath me, the rush of air through his lungs a windstorm in my ears. I'd never heard anything so beautifully invasive in my life.

Isn't it strange how the body doesn't get tired of the kind of music that the heart plays every time to keep alive but we humans get tired of the voice of the ones that we have fallen in love with… Is it that their sounds are no longer appealing or is it that we think Their sounds are no longer needed. I found the heartbeat of my lover appealing every single time, even when we dance din the snow…. His heartbeat is my favourite song…. I will treat my ears to that beautiful sound as I hear them give me that familiar beat of calmness and Joy… I know what every tune in his heart plays, when it slips a beat out of joy or when it races out of fear, Pleasure or just mere thoughts…

"You're going to be fine, My miracle, I will never lose you." The distant sound of my heartbeat slowly made its way into my subconsciousness, bringing my mind back to life. I listened carefully to the heartbeat, following the sound. The beating slowly turned to a beeping, a machinery beeping. It increased with every step closer I got to the location of the sound until I snapped my eyes open with a gasp. Damn.

Thump-thump. It was the most violent, beautiful sound I had ever heard. It wasn't the polite, muffled sound of a heartbeat on a high-end digital system. It was raw. It was a rhythmic, galloping drumbeat—loud, proud, and absolutely defiant. It was the sound of a Wolfe, even if the world would never know his name. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and sudden. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I touched the cold glass of the monitor. "He’s really okay?"

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

Zina POV The muffled voices started as a faint hum beyond the door. At first, it was the shuffle of feet, followed by a low exchange of words. But then, Xaden's voice sharpened, slicing through the muted tones like a blade. Asher's reply came softer, hesitant. I strained to listen, my heart already tightening with unease. The tension was palpable even through the barrier between us. And then it happened. The slap—a sharp, resounding crack that echoed through the thin walls, stealing the air from my lungs.

Bye Bye Your Author heartsvoice

Memories of those simple, pure times came flooding back into Kylie's mind. The radio was playing nostalgic golden hits from the evening playlist, with classic melodies filling the air. Gradually, Kylie's voice grew softer and softer until she finally fell asleep against the car window. Nathan glanced at the sleeping Kylie and eased off the accelerator a bit.

It was time for a change! Amber slammed the door into the house so loud the rattles shook. Eleanor had been taking a nap on the couch, and jumped awake when she heard the door slam. Taking one good look at Amber’s face, she knew that the jig was up. Without a word to Amber, she yelled her husband’s name, “Ha-rry!”