Heart Falling Novels & Stories

Angelica The sound of my heart shattering is not as loud as I always thought it would be. It’s silent, but I feel each piece falling apart as disappointment and embarrassment flood through my entire body. I’m still straddling him. My palms are on his warm chest, and I can feel his heart beneath, beating effortlessly. “Okay,” I mutter with my head hung, but it comes out as a whisper as I try to climb off his body. His fingers immediately grip my shirt tight, halting my movement.

I hesitated and only said half the truth. "She's doing fine… She got married and had a daughter." Barclay smiled with relief. "I know she only broke up with me because she had no choice back then. I blame myself for not being capable enough. I'm glad to know that she's happy now." I didn't expect that Barclay truly believed Monica had left him because she had been forced into it. He had never blamed her. He only blamed himself for not being successful enough at the time. But maybe that heartbreak was exactly what had driven him to reach the heights he had today.

“…I-I’m sorry for forgetting you. Damn it, honey. My honey. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.” I stayed completely still as his voice echoed between us, each broken word sinking into my chest like a trembling heartbeat. I listened silently, unable to speak, while my tears continued to fall uncontrollably. I didn’t even bother wiping them away. They flowed freely, warm against my cold cheeks, as if my heart had finally decided to release everything it had been holding for months.

Gasping for air and struggling to stay conscious, I grabbed at my neck as it continued to throb with intense pain. My heart felt like it was being strangled as Dom howled in my mind. It was as if a serpent was coiled around my heart and squeezing with a relentless, suffocating force, while a banshee wailed and shrieked in the depths of my mind, piercing my thoughts with a mournful agony. A hush fell over the chaos like a gentle wave crashing against the shore and receding, revealing a devastating scene. All eyes turned towards the tragic sight of her angelic body falling to the ground.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

hurt is an understatement. Leaving me standing on the sidewalk, infront of Sara's house with tears threatening to pour out a river. I look at Dai's retreating car and wonder why I keep falling for a man who thinks I am cheap. I did try to keep it in but my eyes betrayed me when I step into the house. I cry out my broken heart and my girls hug me till there's no more tears to cry.

“You’re the only friend I have. We have called each other sisters for the longest. Please.” Her fingers went ice cold in mine. “I never had a sister in you, Nyla. I had a shadow I could never escape.” And then she pushed me, it wasn't too hard but just enough. My breath seized as I felt myself falling back. My heel caught the broken edge of the concrete. The world tilted. I felt myself falling backward, arms windmilling, a scream ripping out of me that no one would ever hear. The cold air rushed past my body.

Because staying here only meant slowly dying in the hands of the people who were supposed to love me the most. I drove away with tears streaming down my face, my heart breaking into pieces, but one thought burning in my mind. I would never give them the satisfaction of watching me fall apart again. Not like this. Not ever again.

Even making love with the woman he liked was only because of mutual need. Mark watched Kenan's face. Mark sympathized with Kenan's emotions. Kenan was too cold and haughty to open himself up to love. Mark was even convinced that Kenan had never understood what love was. "You can use your heart to satisfy your ego and plans. How can you make Andien fall in love when you have no love?" Mark replied. Kenan didn't answer, preferring to stare at the increasingly crowded room. Suddenly his attention was drawn to two women who had just passed through the door. Alinda and Andien, what are they doing here?

As he collapses to the ground, the resonance of his heartbreak is intensified by the harsh impact of his hand against the unforgiving surface. His tear-streaked face contorts with a mix of disbelief and agony. The world around him blurs as he grapples with the harsh reality of Emma's departure. The forlorn scene unfolds like a tragic opera, with Shane as the tormented protagonist, stripped of the love he so fervently sought.