Fragile Hearts Novels & Stories

I whipped my head to London's and just like practice I started walking up to his face, "Fine! You want to see the darkness inside, little Demon you can't handle it, much less understand it!" "Try me," he eyes met mine and my heart stuttered but I couldn't afford to slip up in the middle of the concert or even wonder why that happened. "Ha, you wanna get to know me? Fine then, know that heavy metal was my only escape from a heartless world that we're living in. It brought me peace brought me joy, brought me everything when everything around only causes me pain." "Guess what little kitten, Heavy Metal's the name and I know won't believe me but I'm not playing no games, just come a little close

She groaned, "fuuuck.. you're wet." I giggled, "I know..." "Are you ready?" Before I could nod my head, all my senses came back and I could hear the song again.. "....My heart beats, for you, girl you know you are the one. Why you mad at me? Girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up. But my heart beats for you baby I'mma go 'head scream it loud. But if you leave there's something I can't control, So let's do it one last time, a fuck for the road......."

She caressed his forehead and said, "Vivian, can you stop all this and tell me what happened to my legs," he asked impatiently. "I am sorry dear, because of the accident, the doctors said you wouldn’t be able to work again." "What, why wouldn’t I be able to walk again?" His heart was beating fast. “Because he said there is an injury that will be difficult to heal. The doctor said a miracle will work, so we should pray for a miracle. " She explained.

My fingers dug into the seat, gripping as if holding onto life itself. Damian exhaled slowly, his hand still covering mine, the faintest tremor in his grip revealing just how fragile he was too. “Vivian… I’m still here. I… I’m still here.” But even as he spoke, the fear lingered, gnawing at the edges of my sanity. The world had shifted. Everything we had known, everything we had held onto, felt fragile, broken, and uncertain. I pressed my forehead to his arm, clinging to him, to the small anchor that was still real in a sea of chaos. My sobs shook my body, each one a desperate plea to the universe to spare him, to spare us, to let the fragile life within me have a chance.

My eyes blazed red with fury as I lunged forward, seized her slender throat in an iron grip, and slammed her backward into the dressing room with brutal force. Mirror after mirror shattered into a cascade of glittering shards. Dorothy's body crashed heavily against the far wall, her face instantly congesting to a deep, livid purple. But before I could tighten my hold, her guards burst into the room and delivered a series of powerful kicks that sent me sprawling onto the jagged carpet of broken glass. Blood streamed from the deep gashes on my elbow, soaking through my white suit. The injuries I had sustained during that night two years ago had not only left me with chronic internal damage but

"I care about results." He says the word with a strange, dark relish. "Tell me, Fragile... why should I hire a woman who looks like she’s one bad day away from an ending?" he continues, his voice a low, dangerous tone. The nickname Fragile hits her like a physical blow. Rhea’s breath stutters. She looks at him, really looks at him, and sees a monster behind the bespoke suit. "I'm...I'm not breakable, sir," she whispers, though her heart is screaming.

Marissa, who sat in silence, intruded," Flora, perhaps this is the moment to let that frail thread of stopgap lead you down from solitariness. Indeed if it scares you, occasionally the heart has to take the threat of opening again in order to be truly healed." Flora's reply was colored with sadness and query," I am hysterical , Marissa. The thought of opening my heart again, of being vulnerable, it pains me. I keep replaying our history with you — the soft moments, the hushed pledges — and they disaccord with the harsh verity of what we have come.".

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

She hugged her knees, her heart shattering in the quiet. They were both shaking, breaking. Two hearts torn apart by distance, silence, and words they couldn’t take back.

"Fragile? Is that a compliment or what? I found that as an insult though." He didn't answer me yet when a car overtake us. He give way to letting the car take the road because the car was somehow in an emergency. "You are all fragile. That's not a compliment. That's what just I have found out. Do you want to know what makes a woman fragile? It is because of love. They become fragile and weak. When you are happy, the woman in you is fragile as well. You want to know why?"