Depraved Heart Book Novels & Stories

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

Thorne convince me that accepting my limitations is growth. The journal slips from my hands. Because I've had those exact thoughts. Wondered if wanting children when you're "damaged goods" is fundamentally selfish. Let shame silence dreams until they fossilize into something you don't admit, even to yourself. "He killed her twice," I whisper. "Once when he stole her hope. Again when he pushed her toward suicide." Aurelius is crying silently, his shoulders shaking, and I realize he's reading the final entry—dated two days before Isabella died:

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

I thought about a press conference, a hundred million dollars, a man standing in front of cameras taking responsibility for something he could have hidden forever, because I'd told him he was allowed to fix it instead of just carrying it. "No," I said, steady now, my voice carrying to every corner of the room. "It's not true. I've spent my whole adult life being financially vulnerable, Ms. Carmichael — waiting tables, answering phones for a dental office, watching every dollar because there was never enough of them. I know exactly what desperation feels like, and I promise you, it does not feel like what I feel for my husband. Desperation is cold. It's calculating. It doesn't keep you up unt

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

her heart grew weak again. ​Her hot tears fell silently, pouring down her pale cheeks. She felt a deep pity tearing through her chest as she looked at his wretched state; she remembered the other Kai... the Kai of the past, her loyal lover who used to fill her days with warmth and security before life's debts swallowed him and turned him into this destructive person who was going through the worst period of his life.

Moira belittled her without holding back, and though Levy did not wish to bother with her, she still looked at the woman in front of her and calmly said, “ Are you saying that reading a book is now a liberty that can only be enjoyed by a few? If that's the case then even a beggar is living a wonderful.” Seeing Levy retort, Moira narrowed her eyes as she threw the book on the table before stating, “What's the point of reading a book when your heart is going to remain dark?” She looked down at the title of the book that Levy was reading and couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “ You read a book with such a heavy philosophy but I am afraid that it will help you in no way. To read such a thing you

to make that final spiritual journey where the Goddess would alleviate this crushing heartbreak and grant me peace. Depression is a poison of the heart and mind. It spreads like rust and tarnishes the soul, corroding its way through to the core until you begin to diminish, fall into ruin, beyond salvation, into this pit of despair that you can't crawl out from. The voices grow louder here; they are repetitive, grinding you down until all that's left is to accept your fate. They're right. What am I? I am nothing. I have nothing left. I am worthless. I am better off dead.

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.