Heal Me Im Heartsick Novels & Stories

But an ominous call startles me into stiffness and my heart crumbles to dust. “Come hither, oh sacred Healer of the forgotten myth.”

I collected it,cleaning my unstoppable tears. Mig said he loves me ... He have to wake up to hear me say I love him more. My heart is in pain right now...I'm not myself. I feel sick, hurt,sad! He's the only one who can clear my pains away. Once he's conscious..I know i will get better immediately. "What if i don't get the chance to tell him i love him more" I thought and cried harder. My head ached..my mouth felt sour. I felt dizzy that i had to quickly rest on a wall.

I let out a shaky breath, feeling my chest pain more now that he's gone. I storm off to my room, needing to be alone. I throw myself on my bed, before burying my face in my pillow as I let out a cry, for my hurt heart.

The gravity of the moment hung heavy in his voice as he pleaded for assistance, recognizing that time was of the essence. Melissa, overwhelmed by guilt and grief, found herself in the midst of her own breakdown. The weight of her choices, particularly keeping Kaia emotionally distant when they were both dealing with the pain of their shared loss, pressed down on her with unbearable force. The realization that the very place Kaia might seek solace was a location she had kept hidden in the depths of her heart intensified Melissa's self-loathing.

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

They stepped inside, with the priest following close behind. Once inside, Cathrine spotted Kieran’s father—Alpha Maximoff. His once-strong, agile frame was now frail and worn. "What’s wrong with him?" Cathrine asked, her brow furrowing. "He’s suffering from cancer," the priest explained. "He doesn’t have much time, so please, step on it." Cathrine hesitated. "I…I can’t." "What do you mean, you can’t?" Kieran snapped, his voice full of desperation. Cathrine looked down, biting her lip. "I only know how to heal wounds, not illnesses."

She had told herself this was the right choice, that walking away was the only way to heal from the trauma. But if that were true, why did it feel like she had ripped her own heart out and left it behind? She turned to the large window overlooking the city, the skyline glowing in the evening haze. Somewhere out there, Ethan was probably burying himself in work, pretending she didn’t exist, the same way she was pretending not to care. But the truth was, she did. Every second without him was torture. *** Not over his empire. Not over his influence or the power he had spent years cultivating. But over himself.

He touched his reddened cheek and laughed again. "Slap me again, Serena." My stomach dropped. "It turns me on." I felt sick instantly. "You are sick," I whispered shakily while trying to push him away again. "You seriously need help." He laughed harder. "Yes." His eyes locked onto mine obsessively. "I'm sick because of you." I tried moving around him again, but he grabbed my arm tightly. "And only your love can heal me." Fear gripped my chest so badly that my eyes began to sting with tears.

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

I asked my heart as I placed my hand on the left side of my chest. {Batum, Batum, Batum} I could hear it beating repeatedly. The insane emotion made me shut my eyes. “Calm down. Calm down”. I took deep breaths and tried to make myself calm down, but it didn't work, causing me to open my eyes. “No, this won't do. I must meet him. I can't keep on waiting for him to come”. I said and stood up from the sofa, before making my way outside the house, where I saw him breaking his car's plate number.