Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

The doctor says and then we take our seats. he pin drop silence in the doctor's room is killing me. I didn’t want to be here in the first place. My mother who never cared for me in her whole life forced me here today to come. The doctor is reading the test result silently. Every second is just feels like a year. Only the ticking sound of the watch can be heard. I feel like time somehow passing very slowly. I just want to get out from here. After reading the nurses the doctor sigh and then said-

he immediately kept aside the phone and lifted the fork and rolled some spaghetti, cut a small chunk of cheese and dipped it in some pasta sauce before bringing it to her lips “Here doll, open your mouth, be careful to not to let it fall on your dress,” Why is the heart the most sensitive and fragile part of love? Why does it get crushed easily with just a slight push ? All Hearts!!

She replied, and that made me ask again. "Always happened? What happened?" She scanned the papersom her hand, "According to the results, the patient's heart triggered when he was driving last night. He crashed into a tree, and fortunately, there were only some minor injuries he had obtained. Nothing major.” She then paused before continuing, “Miss, your boyfriend has been getting these attacks lately, since the past few months. His heart's getting more and more fragile, I'm afraid." That made me panic a bit, "Fragile? What do you mean?" I asked, ignoring the word ‘boyfriend’ that she said.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

Yet, he was still as fascinating as the first time he saw him barefooted. Kalyx loved Sidhiel more and more each day. He loved the little things that he discovered in their two-week-old marriage. Sidhiel sings while showering. His favorite band is The Fray. He loves mac and cheese, pasta, and pizza. He's really good at singing, as well as playing piano and football. He cries at romantic comedies. His favorite song is Look After You by The Fray. His favorite movie is Midnight In Paris. He's a giver to different charities. He adores kids. He sleepwalks sometimes. And he might have liked Leonardo DiCaprio because his husband had copies of almost all the movies of the actor.

This whole mess was tearing me apart, leaving me a disheveled shell of my former self. Why had I ever allowed myself to fall for someone like him? It was clear he didn’t care about me, my feelings, or the pain I was going through. With a heavy sigh, I scooped another spoonful of ice cream, its cold sweetness a temporary refuge from my sorrow. Just then, my phone beeped insistently, jolting me from my thoughts. I grabbed it, my heart racing, only to find a message from an unknown number. As I opened it, a scorching sensation spread across my chest, as if someone had ripped it open to expose my heart.

Shiela's mother's burial took place which Richard left even before it finished. Upon her arrival at Bluesky Mansion with the Roberts, Sheila felt dizzy and fell the moment she step her feet out of the car passed out instantly. The Roberts tremble with fear rushed her to the hospital. After making sure she's in stable condition, they settled the hospital bills and Left for a meeting in their company's stakeholders. An hour later Sheila woke up and her gaze met a man dressed all in White Which on inspection she knew he's a doctor. "Welcome and Congratulations, madam! You're very stronger now and the reason for your collapse was due to the stress you had undergone which affected your six weeks

her voice was filled with concern, and I knew why she said it. "Can I still handle it, Sab? Do you think so?" Because right now, it feels like my heart is about to surrender before my mind. "You managed when Greel left you, right? You know you have a broken heart syndrome, but you're not taking care of your heart." Yes, I have Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, also known as "broken heart syndrome." This condition is triggered by severe emotional or physical stress and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack.

Larry's tender kisses in the morning light were not mere rituals but a proclamation of love, a promise that the dawn held hope even in the face of uncertainty. Their love, weathered by the storms of adversity, emerged not as a fragile blossom but as a resilient bloom that found strength in the most unlikely of places. Larry and Sophia, in the throes of life's unpredictability, discovered that the profound beauty of their connection lay not in grand gestures but in the exquisite simplicity of shared moments—moments that, like fragile fragments of glass, caught the light even in the darkest of times.

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,