Empty Heart Novels & Stories

How can someone be so heartless? "I am always alone." My voice carries no emotion, just like all the emotions have died inside me. I feel hollow as if all the pain and sorrow have drained out of me, leaving me empty. I was... I am... And I will always be alone. Maybe this is what Moon Goddess has written in my fate... to be alone and unwanted. A strange look appears on his face, but it goes away in a blink of an eye. "My wolf was restless. He wants to hold you." He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me.

empty touch, but also reminded her: she is not a complete and intact normal person. It was quiet around her, so quiet that she could hear the sound of her heartbeat, so her palm moved up and slowly probed her heart. The left atrium in the left atrium plopping heart ...... in addition to a heart beating, what else does she have! The firmness in the bottom of the eyes, even more firm, unworthy will always be unworthy. ...... But it seems, this matter, is not Jane Tong said. When the night comes, under the colorful lights, how many souls withered people, in the city lights, different corners, looking for the so-called "soul" and "happy".

The flaw in my emptiness was a phantom limb, an itch in a part of me that was no longer there. I could not feel it, but I was aware of its absence. Kairi’s desperate command had not restored my heart, but it had proven that the void could be interacted with. It was no longer an absolute.

I lower my gaze back to my phone screen and type: Me: Yeah, it used to be. Being with Max, my ribcage has become far from empty. Sure, there's always been room in it for the love I feel for my family, no doubt about that. But now, despite the lingering fear of heartbreak that the mere thought of it brings, I have a heart capable of complete vulnerability once more. It beats loudly and proudly in my chest as I take in Max's captivating expression after he reads my text. Despite the apparent safety of emptiness, I've decided it's been far too long since I've chosen to keep it that way.

The hollow ache in my chest seemed to expand with every heartbeat, a vast emptiness I wasn’t sure I could ever fill. Braden pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest as I sobbed. The rhythmic beat of his heart beneath my ear was the only sound I could focus on as I let the grief consume me. His arms wrapped around me, offering me the only comfort I could accept at that moment. But even his warmth couldn’t chase away the cold, gnawing sensation that settled deep in my bones.

I whisper, my voice thick with tears. “I know.” His words are soft, tinged regret and pain. Heavy silence stretches between us, but for the first time, I don’t mind it. I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it ground me, anchor me in the present. The music changes, James Arthur’s Last of the Whiskey filling the room. The slow, sultry beat wraps around us, and I find myself wishing I could sway to the melody, to lose myself in the haze of smoke.

My heart sank and I walked backwards a bit. Mimi lifted her head and her eyes met with mine.. her smile changed when she saw me. I walked back to my office and closed the door. I felt numb, tired and empty, like someone just sucked a whole important part of me out. I felt betrayed and taken for a fool. How could I do this to myself? God how could I? I felt so stupid for believing her that she loved me. She never did.. she probably never did.

she yelled his name in her mind. He was the only one to answer these numerous questions she had. Her mind finally succumbed to sleep. "Dex?!" she yelled his name trying to find him. It was too dark to see anything but she heard him weep, she found him sitting on the floor with the suitcase she had found but he was covered in blood and so was the suitcase. He stood up and began to walk closer to her but she stepped back, and the more she did the more he broke down and the more he faded from her eyes. When she could no longer see him, she wept and yelled his name but he never came back.

That one-liner, ‘give me your heart' was all it took to make me snap. “Thane, you don't get it.” I shot at him, my voice raised. “I do not have a heart to give you. There is nothing left in here.” I pressed my heart against my chest, my heart pounding with a dull beat, as though it were agreeing that there was indeed nothing there. “It's an empty, black hole sucking a part of me in it day by day, and I cannot give you that.” “Mira, I understand how you feel…”

His tenderness was so striking, that I couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at me like that—not since Hannah had returned. But it was too late, Callum. A broken heart couldn’t be pieced back together. I knew that the heart that would mend would no longer hold a place for him. I quickly slipped into the car and seated myself as far from him as possible. For the next few days, I buried myself in work, finally completing all my pending orders. After bidding my clients farewell, I listed the studio on a real estate website and headed home early. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed workers coming and going.