Crying Hearts Novels & Stories

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,

I stopped beneath the largest tree and pressed both hands over my stomach, the bark cool against my back, dawn light barely starting to touch the highest branches. “I’m all you have now,” I whispered. Four small pulses answered beneath my palms, unmistakable, real, each one distinct from the others like four separate hearts learning to beat at once. I sank onto the grass and finally broke … not from grief, though grief was tangled somewhere in it, twisted up with fear and fury and something achingly tender all at once. I cried because I had just discovered I already loved them completely, four heartbeats I’d known about for less than an hour, already more mine than anything else in this enti

--- The van was dark, windowless, smelling of sweat and fear. Mira sat on the floor, her bound hands in her lap, her back against the metal wall. Dante sat across from her, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. "You're crying," Mira said. "I'm not crying." "Your shoulders are shaking. Your voice is cracking. You're crying." Dante looked up. His eyes were red, his face wet. "I didn't want this," he said. "I wanted to be different. I wanted to be better."

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.

With tears in her eyes, she listened. To every moan. Every cry. Every thrust. And her heart shattered piece by piece...

With slow, hesitant steps, she approached it, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. The moment she read the inscription, the breath whooshed out of her lungs. "I will always be your Home. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." A lump formed in her throat, her vision blurring as emotions surged through her. She clutched the card tightly, her fingers pressing into the delicate paper as she swallowed back tears. Damn him. Damn, Ethan Calloway for always knowing exactly how to break down her walls. “Happy Birthday, Wifey.”