Heart I Didn't Want To Need You Novels & Stories

The girl went up on the small stage, looked at me, and then began singing. On the day I met you, you told me you would never fall in love. Now that I understand you, I know it was actually fear. Now we're here, so close and yet so far. Did I not pass the test? When will you realize, darling, that I'm not like the rest? I don't want to break your heart; I just want to give your heart some time. I know you're scared; it's wrong, as if you're about to make a mistake. We only have one life to live, and no time to waste, to waste. So, let me give your heart some time, your heart. Let me give your heart some time, your heart. Oh yes, yes...

“Sweetheart, from now on, don't let yourself get hurt. Your pain hurts me more than it hurts you.” Tears trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood from her gruesome wounds before vanishing into the floorboards. ‘James, is this what you wanted?’ Remi thought. Her clothes were torn to shreds, every inch of her body kissed by those homeless men. Just as they lowered their trousers to take her… Her lungs spasmed violently, choking off her breath. In utter despair, she bit down on her tongue, ready to end it. At that very instant, the gate burst open with a violent kick. “What do you guys think you’re doing?”

If you can't be my light, don't make it dark for me, I know you care, yet I want to dare, because I know I have you to fall back on... All Hearts !!

Sandra's ex-boyfriend had cancer, yet he still found the energy to keep pestering her. So I anonymously sent him a sum of money to make him leave her alone. But when Sandra found what I'd done, she threw the bank card in my face and shouted, "Why would you humiliate a dying man with money? He's already pitiful enough!" I looked at her calmly. "You're my wife. You shouldn't be worrying about another man."

My heart weighed so much I wanted to claw it out. Indeed desperation, I screamed. “Where are you when I need you?! I hate you mother!!”

She sat beside Emily, lit up the candles, and whispered to her, “Make a wish, sweetheart.” Emily weakly looked at the candle. Her birthday was no longer feeling special. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and made her wish. "I wish my father will love me again. I wish he could see the hurt in my eyes when he ignores me and feel the emptiness in my heart when he's not there. I wish he could understand how much his presence means to me and how his absence affects me. I wish my dad could love me unconditionally, value me, and be proud of having me as his daughter." She finished and blew out the candles, hoping that her wishes would be granted.

I felt my chest tighten, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the bed. “If that’s the case,” I said, my voice cracking, “why do you want me to live and eat under your roof? Oh, I get it. You want me to be your secret. Your… sex mate. But hidden from the world. Is that right?” Tears were already gathering at the corners of my eyes. I hated that he could still make me feel like this. Victor moved closer. I could see the regret in his eyes, or maybe I imagined it. He sighed, like he was about to explain, but then… my phone rang.

"Holly, we're having another child. This time, it's really ours. Don't worry. I'll take care of them, I swear. Holly, what should we name them? Do you think they'll look more like you or me?" Question after question had tumbled out of his lips. I'd had no answers. I had only smiled and kissed him. If only time had stopped at that moment. Without love, there would be no hate. Without happiness, the pain wouldn't have come so fiercely. Elliot carefully cradled the small, crimson bundle in his arms. This time, he let go of all his pride. He dropped to his knees and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. "Holly, how could you be so cruel? You cut us off just like that! Holly, please come back… I can

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”

Then they would marry. He died before any of it could happen. It was an accident. A sudden phone call slammed a door on the rest of her life. He left no last words, no farewell, nothing she could hold except the hollow space where he had been. She had been deeply loved once. That was the problem. After Kyran, she knew she would never love anyone the same way again. She did not try to pretend otherwise. Thus, she chose something colder. Something she could control. She wanted a child who looked like him. A small, living proof that he had existed, someone to keep her company in the years ahead.