Empty Heart Novels & Stories

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.

One morning, or perhaps one evening, Kylie realized that, for the rest of her life, she wanted only Jonathan. Once that thought had taken root, she was bound to fall victim to heartbreak. That heartbreak reached its peak when Kylie discovered she was just a stand-in for Zoey. The overwhelming disappointment filled her, but no tears came. As Kylie walked out of the office building, rain began to fall. She hadn't brought an umbrella and walked aimlessly toward the subway station. The rain poured harder, soaking her hair and clothes. The wind blew cold, the rain seeping through her collar. Only then did Kylie feel the chill and wrap her arms around herself.

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.

His eyes locked on mine, and then the words fell from his lips like the final strike of a blade. “I, Rowan Wrenmoor, reject you, Tessa Fen, as my mate.” The world stopped. The silence afterward was deafening. At that moment, I wanted my old heart—the fragile one—because at least then, it would break into pieces and scatter, and the pain would end. My chest throbbed with a hollow ache, but no shatter came. Just an endless echo of emptiness, stretching inside me like a void that promised no release. I wished for a clean, absolute break. Because this endless half-suffering was worse than death itself.

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.