Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

The fragile hope, the whispered dreams, the tiny flutters I’d felt just yesterday was extinguished. A sound erupted from Damien, not a sob, not a shout, but a raw, guttural roar of pure, unadulterated agony. It ripped from the deepest core of his being, a sound of a soul being flayed alive. It echoed down the sterile corridor, bouncing off the cold tiles, silencing everything. The nurses froze. Orderlies stared. Patients looked up, startled. It was the sound of a heart shattering with the force of an earthquake, the sound of a father witnessing his future bleed out.

No one can survive without their heart. Beside her Grayson sniffled. She watched a tear escape and roll down his cheek. It dripped down his chin and hit his filthy designer dress shirt. She had been so wrong about him from the start. The billionaire never had a heart of stone. He just guarded it carefully because it was too big and fragile, so easily broken. Without a doubt in her mind, if Leo didn’t survive this, Grayson’s heart would shatter. There would be no fixing him. But Grayson wouldn’t be the only one broken beyond repair if they lost Leo…

Sofia's name flashed across my phone screen, and something in the particular timing — a Tuesday afternoon, no scheduled reason for her to call — made my stomach tighten before I'd even answered. "Ivy." Her voice carried an urgency I hadn't heard in years, not since the earliest, most dangerous chapters of this family's complicated history. "Damien collapsed during his morning walk. He's conscious, but the paramedics are taking him to the hospital now. They think it might be his heart." The world narrowed to a single point of terrified focus, every other consideration — the lavender, the garden, the ordinary Tuesday I'd been quietly enjoying — collapsing instantly into pure, desperate urgency

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Expect the unexpected, standing outside Frances room while she is sleeping, I just dont understand why on earth she got this illness, brain and heart, after testing her an Echocardiogram for her supposedly cardiomegaly but I have found out that she has a heart valve disease. She has meningioma and a heart valve diseases but looking at her face, she is sleeping nicely like there is nothing wrong with her, a deep sigh is what I just let out when Amber appears at my back.

a tear fell, wetting Gladwin's cheek. "Forgive me for loving Your creation more than I love You. I know this is a test from You for me. I can only plead for You to strengthen my heart, my wife's heart. Strengthen us. Always watch over my wife wherever she is. Keep her safe as long as she is with her. Return her to me in good health. Forgive me if my efforts to save our marriage hurt others. If my choice to marry Flavia was a mistake, then show me its truth." "You, the Owner of Hearts, shake my heart and show me who my true soulmate is. I believe You are the All-Knowing, the Most Compassionate. If Flavia is indeed my destiny, then open the door to my mother's heart. Make our efforts to unite

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

"Why are you so unfair to me,moon goddess?"She grumbled desparately, blinking her eyes countless time to stop the tears that burned her brown hazel eyes, begging for release. "This is not healthy for my heart.It's so painful.I can't take it anymore."Alessandra's shoulders dropped in defeat.Her fragile heart ached inside her chest so painfully. 'This is what happens when you love someone but never confess what you really feel towards them.' Alessandra scolded herself for what seemed like hundredth time. Her fragile heart twisted inside her chest as if someone was squeezing it into a tiny ball and it was becoming hard for her to breath.

Samantha accompanied me to the hospital. "I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything," she said. I nodded and walked into Sophia's room. Sophia lay weakly in bed, bandages wrapped around her chest. Doctors had told us she'd narrowly survived. The knife had missed her heart by mere centimeters. "Sophia, thank you for saving me, but I can't be with you just because of what happened." She gave me a bitter smile. "Lucas, you're still as blunt as ever. You never leave any room for hope, do you?"

Her voice quivered with the weight of her words, but she held her gaze steady on her children. Her tears mingled with the gentle movements of her lullaby, each note carrying a piece of her broken heart. The sound of her own voice, trembling and fragile, mirrored the ache in her heart. Yet, she continued, hoping her love would be enough to calm them, even if her world felt like it was falling apart.