Book Rekindled Heartache Novels & Stories

I find myself drawn to the scene and I can feel Damien’s arm drop my waist as I walk over to the small setup. My hand goes to pick up the book and I notice the bookmark. The weight of the book feels far too comfortable in my hand, almost as if I’ve held it multiple times before. “A Collection of the Heart,” I read the title aloud. I look over the book but there’s no author name printed. I give Damien a strange look, “Are you reading this?” He doesn’t smile, and for a moment, I think I see a trace of sadness in his eyes, “No. No, someone else was. A long time ago.”

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

hurt. Pregnant?...Melissa was pregnant?. Tears started to flow out of Faith's eyes. She now felt absolutely shattered. She could feel her heart clenched with pain. She clenched her palm over her chest trying to calm herself down but the pain was too much. She fell to the ground with her hand over her heart as she broke down with news. She should be happy but she was not....why?...because the love of her life was having a baby with someone else who was not her.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park. I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me. Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this? Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream. A fairytale, I presume. Who knew he had other plans? He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else. I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

What happened next was not a strategic realignment. It was a collapse, and then a slow, painful rebirth. For a long time, there was only the raw, unfiltered noise of feeling. I wept until my throat was raw, until the storm of returned emotion had scoured me hollow in a different way. Kairi held me through it all, his own silent tears a testament to the cost of his desperate gamble. He had not just reignited my heart; he had shouldered the immense, metaphysical debt of rewriting a fundamental law of my being. He was pale, trembling with exhaustion, but he did not let go.

Eyes squeezed shut, she fought for breath. Sean gazed down at her, his heart swelling with a profound emotion. How much she had tormented him. He hadn't pined for his dead family as much as he pined for her. When she walked away, she hadn’t just left him; she had taken his heart with her, stripped him of everything. For days, months, he went on breathing, existing like a shell of himself. Every breath felt like a curse. But then, one day, like sunbeams through the clouds of storm, she came back. She returned. And with just one glance, one word, she breathed life into him again, reviving his dead soul.

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

His smile was alluring, which caught me flying to the hill. “Jas, I can't stop thinking about you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Believe me, it's from this amazing heart,” he hit my hand on his chest. “This heart throbs faster each time you come into the picture. I couldn't control it. I have tried all I could, but still, it's you. Thank goodness you are looking at me; I am filled to the brim,” he said. But then I felt nothing for him. My heart couldn't stop wanting Earnest. Now I have found a perfect guy, it's so hard to let go of Earnest. Why is my heart so stiff to fall in love again? What did Earnest do to me that makes my heart find it difficult to recognize other

“Yeah. I mean – kinda. Sex trafficking, right?” “Yes and no. Yes, I did research into that and wrote books about it, but I wasn’t talking about sex trafficking. I was talking about my work with women who have been burned.” “Sure. I know about that.” Nick gave her a small grin. “I read your book, babe.”

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