Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

Instead of getting frightened, Zhairo just shook his head and started eating the steak that he ordered. Francis decided to move on from the topic and asked Zhairo instead how he was doing with Heartly. Instantly, the stoic emotion in his face melted and was replaced with a soft one and I knew from there that Heartly was his weakness. "Our relationship was not that easy as well. Heartly has a Chronic Heart Disease that could attack anytime. Her life is always at risk and she needed assistance every time and wherever she is in case she would have a heart attack. I witnessed how she suffered in several heart attacks before and I almost lost her for how many times, that's why I am working hard t

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.

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

I clutched my chest, as if holding myself tightly would stop the pain from spreading, as if I could somehow press the heartbreak back into place. I staggered to my feet, breathing deeply, trying to calm the storm raging in my chest. My legs trembled, and my eyes felt dry and heavy, but I forced myself to stand and walk to the sink. When I looked into the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back. Pale. Broken. Empty.

Only a hoarse, broken sound came out. She stirred. A soft, sleepy sigh left her lips, and she nestled even closer to me, as if seeking my warmth in the cold room. My heart began to pound so hard I feared it would wake her. I felt the bond. It was no longer wild or demanding, but a quiet, aching pulse. She was sorry. Every fragment of my soul fell to its knees, begging her forgiveness in that silent moment.

Ella grabbed her hand to ask her to not get worried about anything. Jack was walking outside of my room. The doctor was in the room and when the doctor went out and told them that I had a minor heart attack. Everyone was shocked and Bella started crying badly. It happened for the very first time when I got heart pain and Jack, who never even cried on his bad days, was also crying. He insisted to the doctor that he wanted to meet me but I was in the ICU so the doctor didn't allow anyone to meet me. We were handling Bella badly because she was crying and didn't listen to anyone and suddenly her blood pressure got low and she got unconscious.

I hear him say but took a stop to look at me,obviously trying to see if I was taking what he was telling me well. " you know the heart is something fragile, you cannot control who it falls in love with,it just does....though it might end up leaving you heartbroken, does not mean you are stupid for falling in love just like the heart had planned you too " he said while looking at me with a huge smile glued to his face.

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