Heart And Tears Novels & Stories

Heart’s Desire Sammy swung back and forth in the hammock beneath the shady trees, her eyes closed as her mind wandered miles away, towards a different place and a different time. In her mind’s eye, she saw the silhouette of her heart, cast in shadows. Tears streamed down her face, twisted with sadness. Her heartache ran so deeply, it felt as though it would break into a million pieces. She was such a different person once she discovered the meaning of love then in the blink of an eye….

He roared, grabbing her hand tightly, not letting her move an inch away from him. Her eye widens at his words. Her heart breaks listening to him. Did he really think of her like that? The tears she had been fighting for so long finally rushed out of her eyes. Her eyes became blurry due to the tears that kept filling them. But she was angrier than hurt. "What it is to you? " She said with a smirk. Landon was stunned at her courage. His grip tightened on her hand, which became painful for the crystal.

Still, his eyes stayed fixed on me, unwilling to close. Blood poured from the wound on his back, staining my hands bright red. I held him tightly, my fingers trembling as my tears fell in silence. I was overwhelmed by anger and an indescribable, complicated pain. Once we arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed him into emergency surgery. Thanks to quick action, he was narrowly saved from death. Still, the injury was severe, particularly to his heart. He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

With all my love and tears, Mercy ND

Her heart suddenly trembles, she is feeling a tumor in her heart. She tries to control her emotions but then again, it's not working with the message she got early from Hazel, everything looks bad to her. She presses the couch with her strength. Dante inched closer to run his hand on her shoulder, and her tears dropped this time, she had kept that morning pain in her heart without telling anyone, but now, she was hugging his hand and crying.

This one is real with muscle, valve and blood pushing through chambers with a force that feels almost angry, like the heart is furious about something I haven't figured out yet. I press my palm flat against the bandage and feel it thump against my hand. It’s relentless and alive and within minutes, I feel the tears falling from my eyes. It’s not the polite kind, or the kind I learned to do silently so Ryan wouldn't hear me through the walls and call me a pathetic loser or little girl. These tears are ugly, full-body sobs that shake my body and the hospital bed which make the monitors scream and bring a nurse running from the hallway.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

" A few tears roll down his face, but he makes no movement to wipe them away or look away from me. My heart feels like there are a thousand needles being inserted to it, every inch of it being stabbed. I'm at a loss of words, so I just stare into his eyes, registering every emotion out in the open for me to see. Anguish, love, heartbreak, and fear. All of them just swim in the tears in his eyes. I don't say anything. Instead, I just cup his face and kiss every inch of it, his tears salty on my tongue, but I don't stop. After an eternity, I finally rest my forehead against his. His tears have stopped, and his eyes are closed. I know for a fact that he isn't fully better, but he's holding on t