There Goes My Heartbeat Novels & Stories

“I sent you a video.” I scramble to open the file, my heart hammering against my ribs. There, on the screen is a tiny, blinking dot. A little bean I see it, the flickering heartbeat, and something explodes in my chest. “Strong heartbeat. Just like its mom.” She’s quiet for a second.

For a heartbeat, I forget the woman behind me, and whatever she had to say gets buried under the new hope rising in my chest. Maybe it isn’t too late to take my life back.

Finn Lawson thought his struggles were over when he returned to his biological family after eighteen years, only to find himself in a different type of hell—abusive parents, resentful sisters, and his impostor who rubbed salt into his wounds every chance he got! He could only laugh when he somehow traveled back in time and was left staring at his cancer diagnosis. But then again, would there be disappointment if there was no hope? As he grew distant, his childhood friend snapped, "Be nice to me like you always have been, or you won't get a second chance!" His sisters were bewildered to see him disown them. "Are you crazy?! Just give in, and you're still family!" Seeing that he was deter

It felt like my bones were breaking and reforming and breaking again and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears except it wasn't my heartbeat because it was too slow and too steady and when I focused on it I realized with a jolt that it was Ace's heartbeat. How was that possible and how could I hear his heart when I could barely hear my own thoughts over the roaring in my head.

The darkness, the heavy iron door slamming shut, my unanswered cries for help. A cold sweat drenched my back. I began to tremble, a sharp ringing in my ears like needles piercing my brain. Bang. The passenger door was suddenly pulled open. Ryder slid in, bringing a gust of cold London air with him. He noticed my pale face and tense muscles. He didn't ask any probing questions. Instead, he simply reached across me, hit the kill switch, and pushed open my door. "I think my engine has a problem. We can't race today," he said, leaning back against the leather seat with an apologetic look.

"This is dead. It won't beat for you again. "We're finished. Your cousin was right. Chase is the one who matches your status. Let's just call it a bad dream. "The dream is over. I've paid my price. I accept it. "I wish you happiness." With that, I left the office. The moment I closed the door, I heard muffled sobbing from inside, restrained yet desperate. I felt nothing. I could not comfort her gently the way I once had when I saved her. I had underestimated how persistent Scarlett could be. To escape her, I requested a transfer out of the city with no set return date.

My heartbeat is too loud. It pounds in my ears, in my throat, in the hollow space beneath my ribs where fear lives now. I sit up slowly. My hand drifts to my stomach before I can stop it. “We’re doing this,” I whisper, barely breathing the words. No more maps. No more rehearsals. Thirty seconds at 2:17. East gate camera reboot. Rotation shift overlapping by exactly twelve seconds. I slide out of bed. Carlino shifts. My pulse stutters—but he only exhales and turns the other way.

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."

He said in a grave tone, “Ms. Lewis, your body is no longer suitable for the existing artificial heart. “If a suitable heart isn’t found within three months, your life will be in danger.” I fell silent. Beryl was crying. The chance of finding a matching heart was slim to impossible. It actually meant that I only had about three months to live. Maybe it was destined. Perhaps that was why I had gotten the chance to see Bryan once again before I was gone. I was surprisingly calm about my condition as I gently wiped away Beryl’s tears. “Why’re you crying? I still have three months.” I did not want to spend the three months I had confined to a hospital bed.

There was even a police car there. Someone in the crowd was patting himself on the left chest as he said, "Oh god, I nearly got a heart attack! A couple had been pushing and pulling by the roadside, and a speeding car sent them both flying!" I felt my chest tighten. "Are they alright?" someone else asked curiously. "I don't know. The ambulance just got them a while ago. Maybe they're still alive?" I heaved a small sigh of relief. Then, I quickened my footsteps to leave the place.