Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

Just when I thought I could start healing, just when I thought I could have something real, this. The fragile peace I've been building shatters like glass.

My hands are unsteady, but the night is not. I pretend to be ready. I pretend. The watch is heavy. The watch is a loud reminder, a reminder of the night, of the time, of the time and the time and the time. I know how soon it is. I know. I know. My skin is warmer than I expect, warmer than I want, warmer than I can hold. It is warm and it is fragile. It is fragile and I pretend not to notice. It is fragile and more fragile than I am ready for. It is fragile like my hope, like the heat of my breath, like the heat of my resolve. It is fragile and loud and quick and raw. It is fragile like my fear, like the night. I pretend not to notice. I pretend it is not too late, not too late for this, for

3 years ago Faith couldn't stand Atlas with Melissa anymore. She thought she would die of an heart attack due to the continuous heart breaks she had suffered. She wanted to be selfish...she wanted Atlas back and for that she needed to win him...she needed to get his attention on her but seeing how much hatred he had for her and how he insulted her caused her to cancel her plans and try and move on from him which was really hard for her. The reason why it was so hard for her was because Atlas made it hard. If she wanted to date someone then Atlas would intervene acting like his old possessive self. Even though he was married he acted like Faith was his wife rather than Melissa which confused

I asked, wondering if there's something that I can afford to buy to contribute to the charity. "Yes," Mr. Waltham nodded. "But that's not necessary. If you don't want to buy anything you can always write down a cheque and drop it there," He pointed to a glass box by the entrance door. The name Healing Hearts was written on it in bold. "Ohh," I nodded. "Do you want to go and see the display?" Liam asked. "Won't hurt, "I muttered nonchalantly and Liam laughed. We headed towards the far end of the room and through a small hallway to another room not as palatial but not small either.

I was fine without it, after a while, I didn't miss it anymore. I got accustomed to the quiet and didn't have the strength to fight it. But when you smile at me, something stirs inside me and I can't break through my insecurity. (Chorus) repeat twice Said I wouldn't, Said I wouldn't babe, Said I wouldn't fall in love again. You opened up a part of me I thought had disappeared. Should I surrender to your power? Burning deep within me l feel the fire. Now would it be a crazy thing to walk the tightrope again? Would you promise to wait when this soul of mind is failing?

“I am vague without them. I feel vulnerable. I don’t have control over my heart. They remain on my mind. What should I do?” “Shhh…” she hushed, stopping me from crying. “Honey, I understand you, and I’m sorry this is happening to you. I am susceptible to help you in this kind of situation. I know you’re deeply hurt and helpless.” “You don’t understand, Oliver. I feel like my heart is being segregated from me. My heart aches and bleeds, yet it continues to scream for them. I’m helpless, Oliver. Helpless,” I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please help me.”

The sheer devastation etched on her beautiful countenance painted a picture of vulnerability and heartache. In that moment, Ameera embodied a fragile elegance, her brokenness only enhancing her ethereal beauty. Her tears fell unabated, tracing a path down her cheeks as she cradled her shattered heart. The pain she felt was palpable, her spirit crumbling under the weight of the truth she had so desperately wished to deny. As the world outside the suite continued its dance of celebration, Ameera remained alone, her cries a silent symphony of grief and despair. In the depths of her sorrow, she felt the fragility of her existence, the vulnerability of her trust cruelly exposed.

Fulmer truly loved you. Simon heard every word Eason said. Every word cut into Simon like a thousand tiny needles, leaving him breathless from the pain. Thinking back to the strange things Clover had said, Simon suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. So it turned out that his wife had once loved him so deeply. To protect his dignity and future, to spare him from pain, she had even borne the title of being infertile. Simon thought he deserved to die. How could he have pushed away a woman who had loved him so much?

I attempted to wriggle free, but he clung tighter as if he were trying to fuse me into his soul. I never imagined that I would meet him again in such a miserable state. Cameron knew my dad's company had been struggling, giving our rivals the perfect opportunity to ensnare us in corporate warfare. As the company teetered on the brink of collapse, none of my father's business associates came to our aid. Many simply watched, eager to see us fail. Even Jeffrey, the son-in-law my dad had trusted and supported, had abandoned us when we needed him most. I watched in despair as my dad's life's work—everything he had poured his heart into—was on the brink of being destroyed. The devastation was compl

However, I had learned a painful lesson that people's hearts were a fickle lot, and it was rare to find anyone truly sincere about their feelings. "Give me some time, Brian," I said quietly. Brian nodded gently. "Alright. I'll wait." After getting home, I saw the long email that Queenie sent to me. Every word she wrote was full of remorse, saying that she regretted losing me as a close friend, and there was nothing else she could say to me aside from apologizing again and again. I stared at the email for a long time. Misty sighed and said, "A mistake is a mistake, and there's no use regretting it because nothing can be undone."