Healing My Heart Book Novels & Stories

Then a passage from the middle—about learning how to stay: “Healing didn’t arrive like lightning. It came like breath—shaky at first, uneven, reluctant. I didn’t know how to stay in my own body without flinching. But I stayed. One choice at a time. One kind word at a time. One morning where I let the sun touch my skin and didn’t apologize for taking up space.” And finally, a piece she hadn’t planned to read, from the end—about finding safety not just in others, but in yourself:

Hello Hiraeth Hearts, You made it—to the final page, to the last heartbeat. And I need you to know—this journey was never mine alone. It was ours. Thank you for carrying it. Loving it. Finishing it. Your words, your support, your love— you made this story more than a book. You made it alive. This was never about perfect love. It was about love that’s messy. Real. Healing. Love that comes after pain—and still chooses to stay.

He’s always had a way of knowing exactly what I need, even when I don’t. “He said he’d make sure my body hurt every day so my soul wouldn’t,” I muttered under my breath, remembering his words. He’s kept his promise. Two weeks without indulging in self-pity, and I’ve been so wrapped up in healing that I haven’t even had the time for it. Building stronger muscles around my heart. That is what he calls it. He keeps reminding me that my heart is still whole, even when it feels like it’s shattered into a million tiny pieces, floating around like dust.

I couldn’t take the risk of seeing her in any kind of pain. *** Ciri was fast asleep in her cot and Rayna was reading a medical book. “What are you doing sunshine?” she didn’t even raise her eyes from the page. “I’m reading a case. A man was brought yesterday with some heart condition. Doctors want to try some healing before surgery.” “Hmm,” I took the book from her hands and pulled her up from the seat. “Alex…” she tried to protest. “What Alex? I’m helping you my queen to study heart.” I tossed the book aside.

But instead, they seemed to mirror the thoughts within him, it's light reflecting his thoughts. He had spent years building walls around his heart, guarding it fiercely against any potential hurt or disappointment since the demise of his wife. Yet, Mitchell had effortlessly broken those barriers, leaving him exposed. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing for something he couldn't quite define.

I could see it was something big. -I said, "Open it without fear. It's something nice and I think you'll love it," my now boyfriend told me. I opened it very carefully, so as not to break the wrapping. They were books, you could see them clearly. When I took them out of the wrapping paper, I saw that they were law books. I wanted to be a lawyer and the most expensive books were right there in front of my eyes. Now that was the best gift in the world. I was going to read them from head to toe. With so much joy inside I ran to hug him.

I couldn't even unlock my jaw. All the flames in my body began to climb up my limbs, aiming from the center of my chest. The center of my chest where my heart was supposed to be yet there's a huge hole in its place. The fires burned harder, hotter. Please put it out! But as I watched, miraculously, the flames began to spark around the edges of my chest. Fibers began to strengthen. Fleshy fibers became gold and the gold threads began to connect. My heart was healing. The heart Ashterah had destroyed. Good because as soon as my heart heals, I will kill her. I will have her head.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

“It’s okay. I’ll divorce her. We’ll find a match for you soon. “I’m also investigating the person who hit you with the car that day. I won’t let anyone who harms you get away with it.” I watched him carefully add fertilizer to the seeds. I had no idea what those words truly meant at the time. Renowned doctors from all over the country and abroad visited one after another. Under their treatment and with millions spent on medical care and recuperation, my body gradually recovered and gained some strength. But we still could not find a heart. A suitable replacement heart was nowhere to be found.