Crying Hearts Novels & Stories

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

They designed it that way because the rape crime is totally rising each day in every country,, especially in theirs. Waverly and her team are planning to make a sister chemical for it, and they will call it, A woman's grief, and it's for men to drink this time. They know that women are not the only victims of this crime, so they wanted to make it too. They will also upgrade the predator's den, so it can exactly tell if the client is telling the truth about being a victim. There is no room for errors in these projects for them. Everything should be precise, calculated, well-designed, and perfect.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

Betrayal. A tiny word that could shatter hearts into pieces...always given by people we least expect it from. My steps were filled with fury, I did not want to calm the anger that was burning my blood. The night was cold and silent, as if it were ready to witness a nightmare. I walked on a familiar path and did not stop until I reached the place where the ceremony was taking place. Just like the last time, the ground was surrounded by lights and people were standing in the middle. Unlike before, there were not many people present. There were fewer than 10 people.

Warm sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, falling gently onto the bride's white gown and casting a soft, golden glow. Luna held a bouquet of flowers, her eyes red with emotion as she gazed at the kind and gentle man before her. Horace held the microphone and began his heartfelt confession. "Lulu—no, honey. You might not believe this, but three years ago, I was a staunch believer in staying single. "But one day, your parents came to my office, wanting to invite me out for a meal. When I saw your mom's phone screen wallpaper, which was a picture of you, I thought I felt something scratch at my heart.

Even though my feelings for her had faded, I was still grateful for the fact that she had pulled me out of the abyss when I was at my lowest point. Now, Cameron had hurt her, and I couldn't bear it. Jessica was crying so pitifully that I couldn't look away. "Wait here for a moment," I said quietly, leaning in close. Her tears still falling, she looked up at me, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Okay."

"Five years? That is just so not fair, Damien. Two years was, like, already too long; now it is five?! She continued, her voice breaking with sorrow, and she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Do not cry," he said, his own voice cracking. "I cannot bear to see you so distressed. I am so very sorry." Torn by heartache himself, Damien knew he would still have to go through with the arrangement. They had sacrificed enough, and he had to follow through with his promise. "I hate this, Damien!" Clara wailed, beating his chest before collapsing into his arms.

She paused. Inhaling a soft breath, Crystal nodded. "Yes, sometimes literally the death of our heart occurs, but it's for a limited time. Our hearts don't stop beating even for a second. If it stopped beating, we'll be expired. When people feel sad, they'll be immersed in the word 'sad.' If we want to overcome it, all we have to do is to forget the words which make us sad, which makes us think."

She wiped it away, but more followed, and soon she gave in to the silent sobs that shook her tired frame. Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain shot through Daphne’s stomach, tearing through her like a bolt of lightning. Her hand instinctively flew to her belly. **Oh no, my baby!** The thought exploded in her mind, flooding her with panic. She had endured so much for her unborn child, fighting through every hardship to protect the life growing inside her. Now, her heart pounded wildly, fear taking over as the pain intensified, twisting and squeezing her insides.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu