Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

They will change everything. fragments. Let’s keep breaking and mending hearts.

as she peers at me through her lashes. I glance in her direction, my fury giving way to disbelief. "How did you find out about my heart condition?" Her gaze darts to my mahogany side table's drawer, "I noticed the herbs inside." I am aware of Foxglove's actions. I try not to smile. Only Macy would know that about me, of course. "Excellent. My heart was quite weak when I was born, and it has never grown stronger. I run the danger of developing heart failure if I overdo my fitness regimen or simply if I'm under a lot of stress. On other occasions, I simply get random attacks and then have to find a splinter in a moonstone. I'm shocked that I haven't had punctured a hole in my shoulder from all

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.

I scream loudly, hurting my lungs and throat. I lay in a fetal position on the floor, hugging myself and sobbing like a baby; no one is coming to save me. I stand slowly and walk back to the pile of trash from my past. I shuffle through the papers and notice a clean envelope. I open it and redraw the neatly folded paper. I unfold it. Your clue, loser. Solve the word puzzle and get your passcode. Five fragile hearts are forever down. Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads. Amidst the ruins of a love own

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

I think it's his room, it has one big window, TV and big king-size bed everything was black in his room, even the sheets except the walls they were gray. "you thought I will get scarred, after what you said don't mess with me. oh, you don't have any idea. About how I'm so scared right now. I tried to release my hand from his grip but that only makes him hold it tighter. he leaned down and whispers in my ear "I know that one day you will be mine. maybe for a week-" that's disgusting "that will be only in your dreams." I screamed in his face without hesitation. "if I want to, you will be the actress starring in my dreams" then I felt his breath on my lips. please don't do it, please don't do i

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

Little did I knew if I would ever be able to live without him. According to some people love makes you stronger but I had turned fragile and vulnerable in love. When a single person turns out to be our world a single instance of distrust or heartbreak could shatter all of your worlds. You are like a fragile piece of ice; hard to under different net circumstances but it melts as soon as it faces some warmth. "What are you thinking?" He asked brushing a finger over my neck and his lips slammed over it. I quivered at his instant reaction, all my thoughts were evaporated along with the steam that our bodies induced.

Heart tried to make him understand. Do you want to face that pain again. Brain stepped in. What if she found out you aren't going to love her after all what she had done to you just for you are scared of. Heart again tried. But still breaking her heart is better than breaking yourself. Brain wasn't about to give up. She is a fragile girl. I know you care about her. Heart wanted him to step on a right path. Just care about yourself. Brain blurted out. Do you want that fragile soul to endure the pain which you did. Heart was about to cry at his sardonic behavior.