Novel & Cerita Book Rekindled Heartache

Her heart started drumming loudly in her chest. “Nervous?” His breath was warm on her skin. “A little,” she replied sincerely. His lips trailed up to her ear. He sucked her earlobe and put her palms on his shoulders. “I won’t harm you. Ever again.” “I know.” He kissed her along her jawline until his lips found hers and laced his fingers through her long black hair. Most of her childhood was filled with terrible memories, but when she was with Rhobart, she did not remember them. Each time he touched or kissed her, her heart healed a little more. Maybe, one day, she would forget about everything that had happened to her.

He takes a deep breath and disappointedly fumes. “Such a pain. Just what is it this time?” Knowing everything as this kind of call is a summon from him. He took the book and into his hands he read the title. “Death Reincarnate.” Remembering and quiet is the expert of such two lingering words, HIS voice echoes bringing him somewhat back into that day with HIS words that ring.

I quickly made my way up the stairs trying not to linger for too long on any of the steps. My bedroom called to me. I knew it wouldn’t be the same. My heartbeat thudded in my ears with every stride. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to psych myself up. I inhaled deeply, knowing I would remember this smell for the rest of my life. I turned the knob and was immediately greeted with a soft breeze coming from the massive hole in my bedroom wall where I was serenaded just eighteen hours ago. My breathing hitched as my eyes drifted to my favorite part of my room, my books. My fingers grazed the spines of my barbecued books. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as I bid farewell to a pr

But, no matter how drained my body felt, my mind burned on, restless in its quest to find her. The book landed with a thump beside me. Another note slid out, landing on my chest. Frowning at it – and at the coincidence of it – I smoothed out the creases and read it, guilt settling permanently in my chest. I would carry this small betrayal with me forever. My darling Kristy,

She already knew how he would scowl and dismiss her without a word. So, she tiptoed to the book shelf and stood in front of it. All she saw were books on economics, international relations, and business. Roxanne could not be surprised, he was a business man after all. However, a the side of a black book caught her eyes. Roxanne titled her head as she read the title aloud. "The Psychology of grief and healing." Her eye brows furrowed at it. She reached out for the book and took it out. As she looked over it, she turned her back to steal a glance at Lancelot.

Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

Roman froze, his entire body stiffening at my sudden action. I closed my eyes, drowning in the unfamiliar sensation of his lips. Unlike Trevor’s, they felt rough yet warm, carrying a hint of smoky sharpness. I clung to the kiss, desperate, savoring the foreign taste of him as if it could fill the aching void in my heart.

I didn't do anything wrong. "And what happened to that old ruthless side of you? You're not the same person I used to know. I can't forgive all the things you've put me through in this lifetime." Madelyn took the book from the table and immediately rushed into the room, forcefully closing the door. She leaned against the door, clutching her chest and taking deep breaths. Her heart was pounding.

Seconds later, he walks past me and heads towards checkout. I remain glued to the spot, unable to move a muscle. When I blink, a tear rolls down my face. I wipe it and take a deep breath, but that only intensifies the ache in my chest. An ache that I know so well. One I've been trying to quench so hard for the past three years. For a moment there, I almost fooled myself that it was gone. I don't know what to do anymore.

“The doctor said I haven’t healed. If you take my heart, I won’t wake up.” “Then don’t wake up,” my mother snapped, finally looking at me. There was no mistaking the vitriol in her eyes. “Elena is back now. We have our daughter. We don’t need the one who let her get kidnapped. Giving Leo your heart is the only way you’ll ever be equal to her sacrifice.”