Healing My Heart Book Novels & Stories

“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.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

How? How do I let this love heal my heart?

The nervous look in his eyes had not yet dissipated. I walked over to him and presented the flowers to him. "Do you want these flowers?" "Definitely!" Beaming, he accepted the bouquet. Thereafter, he put the jacket over me and opened his arms. He was respecting my decision. This time, I took the initiative to put my arms around his waist, and the fragrance of pine wafted up to my nose. If I were sincere about loving someone, why shouldn't I be loved? Just because I was once hurt by a cruel man, I shouldn't have to be spiteful toward every other man in this world, should I?

"Elara." She set the book aside. “Yes?” “I’m scared.” “Of what?” “That I’ll lose this. You.” “You won’t,” she said softly, moving to sit beside him. He looked at her like she was the only thing left holding him to the earth. His voice trembled. “What if I’m never fully healed?” She placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You are healing. Every day. You’re already more than what they left behind.”

It is because I felt my heart start to beat; it began to feel sorry for him and a little spark of tenderness was blooming inside my chest, which was not good. Because when I care for someone, I never let them go even if they might be the death of me.

They left my whole body buzzing, straight to the inner chambers of the heart; my mind was surely purple. “Never leave me,” it was a plea from his heart. Everything about him was heavy. The fact that he was showing me his emotions was heavy, seeing how serious he was. It was that night I realized that he was falling and a part of me was scared because in my hands I had his delicate heart. I never wanted to hurt it; precious cargo that was glued, bruised, and battered. Now it was mine to heal, to take care of. Could I do it? Lord, I would love him with all I had.

“You’re not allowed to die right now, okay?” He groaned in response. That was not comforting. My eyes darted to the box of spellbooks I had dropped. I crawled over, threw the lid off, and started flipping through the titles like a madwoman. Finally I came across a small green leather book with little vine engravings curling up the spine. “Oh my god.” My heart thudded. “This is it.” The book of healing magic. I didn’t need to read the title. I remembered it. Isaac and I had practically used that book like a first aid kit growing up. Scraped knees, magic rashes, spider bites—you name it, this book fixed it.