A Heart So Fierce And Broken Novels & Stories

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

I cried in his chest, in his embrace. “It’s okay, life can be cruel with our heart sometimes, don’t let this break you,” he whispered but no! No! I am broken, deeply broken, all I want is to kill the ruthless Alpha

She thought that she is fine after the long years she spends to heal her heart. After her heart broke, she bled an ocean of pearls. Her soul felt wafer-thin. Her body trembled and chilled. Yet even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, she learns more about pain than she ever wanted to know. Broken-hearted is a tough roll of the dice, but if you transform that raw pain into your soul-roar, you'll bring down the house with all that you win. She has her reason not to lose the will to carry on, her twins had kept her getting stronger every day. “Your soul is a pure spark of love, but your rage is too much for my heart to bear," she uttered.

She looked in Dylan's eyes looking like a complete broken Angel. "You know this stupid part of my heart still had a little hope until the last moment. The hope that you will stop. The hope that you will believe me. But it never happened. That day you shattered the only part of my heart that learned to beat for you. You destroyed it, Dylan. You shattered my trust. My heart. And my soul. Please don't shatter me too much that I wouldn't even able to find my own destroyed pieces. I can't handle it anymore. "

She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Ooh Head in heart and a broken body (cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet) Head in her heart and a broken body ('cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet)” I am touched. Her voice was… Damn, stop. But the song was a perfect fit. That’s exactly me and her.

He starts sobbing almost immediately, and her heart breaks for him. “Oh, Sweetie. That’s it let it all out. I’m here. I love you. I can take your sadness, as much as your anger. I will bear it all to have you. Do you hear me.” He nods, still sobbing and clinging to her. “I have had people angry at me for most of my life for one reason or another, and most of them would have killed me if I couldn’t handle it. I am not easily broken. Hurt, yes. Damaged, yes. But broken? Only one man ever broke me, and that was by dying in front of me.”

How to undo everything I’ve broken. Sophs covers her ears as she drags in a ragged breath, inhaling a sob, crumbling from tough and fierce to small and wounded and showing me that somewhere in there I can still make her cry. This affects her on some deeper level, and that means there’s hope that she still cares enough. That my words struck a chord and she maybe misses me too. She moves to covering her face when a fresh torrent of tears hit her instead and I can’t stand it anymore. Crushing, heavy pain consumes me that my baby sobbing in the street, looking this broken at my hands and my carelessness with her heart.

‘Perhaps I should just leave him and live out the rest of my life alone. Her voice cracked slightly, as though her resolve was crumbling. As tears brimmed in her eyes, she fought the urge to cry out, ‘I’ve lost everything! Why should he care? What does he see in me? A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her chest, as if a dagger had pierced it. She gasped sharply as she doubled over in agony, clutching her injured heart. It felt as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly, rendering her unable to breathe or move. Pain shot through her entire torso, threatening to rip her apart. The sensation took her breath away as fear gripped her heart with paralyzing ferocity.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

One does not come unscathed from a tragedy such as this. The thing is that my beloved is not a Vampire like any other; she possesses her soul; she can be brought to her knees by feelings that consume her. This very thing can break her into shattering pieces; it can destroy her, or she shall become a stronger woman. And as she rests her head against my chest, my shirt gets drenched from her tears. That dead heart in her frail body is crumbling and falling into dust