Why Is My Heart Beating In My Stomach Novels & Stories

My heart was hammering erratically against my chest wall, a frantic, terrified rhythm that made my vision blur in the darkness of the master bedroom. ​I clutched my heavy, rounded stomach with my other hand, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The baby was rolling frantically inside me, her small elbows and feet punching against my ribs as if she, too, had just been blasted by a sudden wave of pure, unadulterated panic.

My hands flew to my mouth as I stagger backwards. This could not be happening to me, this has to be some sort of sick joke. That was the only explanation I could think about. I stop and bend over as I struggled to breathe. My heart felt at one moment like it was shrinking in my chest, then abruptly it starts beating fast against my chest like it could burst out at any moment. My palms were clammy and I could not think of anything else, except that my heart might burst out at any given moment. I felt my knee grow weak and give way under me.

"YOU CAN'T FIND ANYTHING ELSE." I felt the pounding of my heart speeding up like a machine driving its starter, I thought I was starting to suffer from a disease in my heart, such rampant beats were not normal. Gael didn't understand how much his actions affected me. His arms hovered around my waist, there was no space between us.

There was a moment of pause no one was able to understand what to say now hardly have any conversation in the house things are different here though. They can say things that they want to properly without feeling any restriction. Lucy was able to feel her heart beating faster than usual. She wanted to know why that was happening. "Is this because this scene is too much beautiful is that why my heart is beating so much hard? that it is going to leap out of my chest. Is this the first time experience this? This feeling feels so much familiar as if I had experienced this before what is this feeling?". "I want to know why I feel butterflies in my stomach? What do I name this feeling?''.

It was as if the world around me had shifted ever so slightly, sending ripples of confusion through my senses. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the rising tide of apprehension within me. But as I exhaled, a slight twinge of discomfort gripped my stomach, causing my brows to furrow in concern. It was a mild ache, like a distant echo, yet persistent enough to demand my attention. I instinctively placed a hand on my abdomen, hoping to alleviate the discomfort, but it lingered, refusing to subside.

My heart pounded in my chest and my pulse was hammering like crazy. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I… excited?

My stomach violently churned, and a wave of sickness hit me so hard I thought I was going to throw up right there where I was. My heart wasn't just beating; it was slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal trying to break free. Thud-thud-thud-thud. It was so loud and so fast that it was the only thing I could hear. It hurt. It actually hurt my chest, right where that strange stone was embedded. "I can't… I can't breathe.” I choked out, but the words barely made a sound. It was just a dry wheeze.

I stood up from the chair, clearing my throat when it felt too much for me to handle. “I am going to freshen up,” I said and quickly ran to my room without waiting for his response. Closing the door with a loud bang, I leaned on the wall, clutching my chest tighter as I tried to stabilise the rhythm. “What exactly is wrong?” I questioned, feeling quite confused. Why would he make my heart beat this fast? He wasn’t even trying to impress me; he was just trying to comfort me. Goodness!

‎Why was my heart beating so fast? ‎

"Uhmmm, I know this would sound very weird.... but, there is this certain person, each time I'm close to them, I feel some kind of way..." "What kind of way, Mr Gray?" Zayn opened his jotter, taking out a pen from the pencil holder, ready to take note of the symptoms I was about telling him. "My heart beats faster than usual. I get this giddy feeling in my tummy," I said, putting my hand to my chest and stomach. "Is that all?" Zayn asked when he was done writing.