Stereo Heart Novels & Stories

I panicked as I felt helpless and he noticed that and put his hand on my shoulder. "Deep breathe, in and out. Yeah, just like that and relax I'm not going to let your husband know about us. But I'm also not going to leave. So, stop thinking that you can get me out of here and be done with. Also, I don’t think, your husband won't like me leaving after I had a one to one with you. Don't you think so?" Nothing he said was wrong. Sebastian wouldn’t be happy with me, leaving Michel having an advantage on me. I couldn’t let that happen when I could feel there was something going on between them already. One wrong move on my part, and I will be stepped aside.

he said, his voice low and mysterious. Betty's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a sense of trepidation. She knew it was going to be a very long night.

"What happened? Why are you freaking out like that? You look as if you've seen a ghost." "You're impossible. I swear to God, you're impossible." For the second time that same day, she threw the exact same words at him. And for the second time that same day, he smiled at her with that unbearably smug smile, as though her words were declarations of love rather than insults. She continued breathing heavily, cursing him with the worst insults in her head. One day, he was going to make her die of a heart attack. She could not understand what could possibly be going through the mind of this idiot.

My hands are freezing cold and my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I'm going to go into cardiac arrest at any moment or simply burst out of my chest. "What is it, my daughter?" asks my dear father. I give a long sigh feeling a huge lump in my throat and my mouth starts to tremble. "I want to talk to you about something very important..." I start to sweat, feeling a kind of burning all over my stomach, rising up to the pit of my stomach. We leave the library very quietly or at least I do, it only provokes me to run away and not say anything, but that means losing Satoshi forever and I honestly can't let my cowardice win me over and just give up.

It was an unknown number. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Was it Harding? Was it another one of his henchmen? She took a deep breath and answered the phone. "Hello?" she said, her voice barely audible. "Ms. Anderson?" a voice said on the other end. It was a woman's voice, cold and professional. "This is Agent Sterling with the Securities and Exchange Commission. We'd like to have a word with you about Richard Harding and Lilion Corp."

With a short breath, she took her hand on her throbbing forehead, then asked herself softly, "What's wrong with me?" That guy... my gosh, he amazing guy was driving her crazy. Tabitha trembled. There was a warm sensation on her thigh. She thought because of the effect of her shorts pants, but now she is willing to feel from within. She pressed her hands on the tops of her breasts, hoping that her body would get back to normal. The pregnant hormones she had read about seemed to be true. "Can I help you?" Tabitha jumped when she heard the voice so close behind her. "Wh-what? Oh, no. What would you like to drink? Coke, right?"

May paminsan minsan pang dinadala niya ang likod ng kamay ko sa kanyang labi at masuyo itong hinahalikan. Sana habang buhay kaming ganito, sana habang buhay ko na siyang makakasama, at sana siya na. Sana tunay ang pagmamahal niya sakin, dahil ganon ako, hindi ko maipaliwanag kung gaano ko siya kamahal. Mahirap iyon sabihin pero ramdam ko ang kagustuhan ng aking puso. My heart beating strangely because of him.

The remaining guests were all staring in one direction, stunned. He followed their gaze. Right there, where his shots always struck bare ground before, a red handkerchief was pierced clean through. Tracy's eyes lit up with shock and joy. "Edward, that's my handkerchief!" Edward strode over, his steps steady and unhurried. The name embroidered on it left no room for doubt. [Tracy Lewis.] It really was Tracy's handkerchief. She ran over as well, grabbing his arm, her face flushed bright red. "I can marry you now. I can finally marry you!"

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

I say trying to push his finger away, but he kept poking me. "Talk to me, talk to me," he says poking me again, I roll my eyes at him. "Fine, I'll talk," I say fake biting his finger making him giggle. "It hurt Andy," I say pointing to my chest, my heart hurt. "What hurts? you need a doctor?" he asks making me smile and shake my head no, although I'm smiling, lone tears found their way down my face. "It's not physical Andy, my heart hurt," I say.