While My Heart Is Still Beating Novels & Stories

I could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath me—strong, sure. “I feel the same,” I whispered. “With you, I’m not afraid anymore.” To be continued...

"Tell me! Is this madness or jealous? And why the hell will I be jealous!" " Because of love my dear" an old man cut-in with a grin "What! That's not possible, I can never love again. I think you must be mistaking old Man!" The old man smiled and sat next to him. " I know how you feel my dear, the heart is not that easy to control; You might have been affected by your past relationships but when the heart wants to embrace another love, you can't stop it!" No matter how you try, you will end up hurting yourself the more my child, free yourself and allow it to experience love again"

“Which between us is true, and which one is false? I really don’t know them anymore…” My head was throbbing, and my heart was beating very fast. Why must Tristan keep on messing with my heart like this?

the air between us feels like static— heavy unspoken and watchful. i drop my gaze pretending to be absorbed in rearranging my salad.my heart however betrays me. It beats too fast, too loud.each pulse pushes his words deeper into my head.

I squeeze my eyes shut, every muscle locked tight, listening to my own heartbeat thunder in my ears. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. But I know one thing with terrifying clarity I am not done running. Not yet.

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

"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.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

I have to get farther and farther away, so far away that they can't catch me. Ever since I got here, nothing is right. It's like one badly played chord in a beautiful melody. Even as I run, it seems that instead of running away from the terrible feelings, I run right into them. Yet my legs continue to beat on the same path, as if nothing could divert them anymore. I probably wouldn't feel so nervous if my heart wasn't still beating hard enough to wake the dead.

The storm raging outside the door boomed, but the hurricane in my own heart, love burning and smoldering with flame, seared all the more. The settling wrapped the back of silence. I was perched on the cot of the safe room, muscles tensed, heart beating like a series of drums to burst. Behind doors beyond, the tempest raged on, rain pattering on the windows to make a din of sound. And yet in the sound was a strand of hope—a promise, our love, our unbroken bond.