Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

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.

Something I know will ache for a long time. But I also know this: This pain? It won’t define me. He broke me, yes. He shattered something in me I hadn’t even realized was fragile. But I’m still here. And someday — maybe not soon, but someday — I’ll be whole again.

The answers eluded her, lost in the depths of her shattered dreams. As the minutes turned into hours, Maria sat alone at the beautifully adorned table, the flickering candles casting dancing shadows on her face. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the distant ticking of a clock. The tears welled up in her eyes, a silent testament to the pain she had endured for far too long.

By the time I got to the part where he had humiliated me by not showing up at the engagement party, my tears were trickling down, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that much pain in my heart. Time indeed worked wonders. In just a matter of days, I had already gotten over Carl. "I know. You don't need to feel bad. I chose to marry you. You couldn't have forced me into it," Henry declared. "From the time I used to tease you as children till now, my feelings for you have never changed." He pulled me into his arms and comforted me. Instantly, my frazzled heart stilled. It felt like I had finally found a safe harbor of my own after floating around for over 20 years.

He never knew that I was not unharmed in the accident that took the lives of our parents. The violent impact destroyed my lungs. I did not receive proper treatment. I suffered respiratory failure after only six short years, and I did not have much time left. Yvette suddenly fainted six months ago. She was diagnosed with heart failure after being sent to the hospital. Joseph hired the best heart specialists in the world at the private hospital owned by Sinclair Enterprise. He paid a huge price to search for a willing heart donor. I knew that was my only chance to ease the relationship with Joseph. I signed the organ donation agreement willingly before I died.

**** The Core Lab The heart of the fortress pulsed with energy. Blue lights flickered across metal walls. Glass capsules lined one side, and inside them were floated failed experiments. Twisted versions of Rose, Sophie, and others whose names Elena didn't even know but whose faces mirrored fragments of the child she had borne. Twisted limbs. Empty, vacant eyes. Mouths frozen mid-scream. One tapped faintly against the glass, as if it still hoped to be saved. Elena fought a wave of nausea as she staggered forward.

“You don’t have a heart. You probably never have. You’ve never loved anyone in your life.” The words landed harder than I expected. For a split second, I saw something flicker across his face. Something raw and unmistakably human. It was gone almost immediately, replaced by the cold composure he wore so easily, but I had seen it. I knew I had. His jaw tightened. “You think love makes you strong?” he said. “It makes you fragile.” He stepped closer, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to look at him. “The position you’re about to take doesn’t allow fragility. If you walk into that throne room with a heart still intact, Fangshire’s enemies will tear it out of you and smile while they d

My heart had shattered into a million pieces, but then I caught sight of the patient as they passed by me and I saw it was a man, my fast beating heart calmed down. Finally, I caught sight of her, lying on a gurney, her face pale and fragile. My heart shattered at the sight, anguish and helplessness washing over me in relentless waves. I rushed to her side, my trembling hands reaching out to grasp hers, desperate for some semblance of connection amidst the chaos.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."