Heart Mending Novels & Stories

Once they confirmed it was nothing serious—just rest needed—he finally relaxed. Since he was still recovering, he stayed a few more days. And during that time? He stuck to Yara like glue. Wherever she went, he followed. Even when she went to the restroom, he'd wait right outside. The nurses caught on quick. Anytime they saw one of them, they'd glance around—yep, the other was always nearby. Everywhere they went, Yara kept hearing the same comments. "Mr. Lopez and Ms. Medici are so in love! If only I could find a boyfriend like that."

Leave him without a trail to find her again? He was a traveling artist. He worked freelance here and there and took him on an interesting journey for years. But Ludus had changed him profoundly. He went to Japan afterwards, that's where he learned the Kintsugi technique. The idea of The Heart of course came from his personal experience that left a permanent scar. Roman likes to think that the piece he made depicts his struggle to repair his broken heart. Mending the ceramic with gold took him two years to perfect, mending his own heart was a different story.

my answer. "Moving on is not rushed, you have wounds Ashley and they need to heal first so you can be okay again. It takes time, just let it be and the day will come when you too will be okay without realizing it." I looked at him, I can't believe that I'm talking to this man now and we're talking about his brother. I know if they have blood and I should distance myself from him because they have a connection with the person who hurt me but I think we both need each other right now.

he shrugged. She knew how rejection felt like but here is a man who helped her recover from her insecurities and gave her the courage to love again facing his own share of such disease. She wanted to make him get over his past the same manner he helped her. They approached a little glasshouse, her curiosity piqued, "Oh my... Is that a..?" He answered her question before she completes it. "A greenhouse, no one comes here anymore except the gardeners who take care of the flowers."

The stark contrast to our current surroundings was a chilling reminder of the stakes. "But how do we mend the fabric of realities?" I asked, desperation evident in my voice. Selene looked thoughtful. "The Heartstone is powerful, but to repair such a rupture, we'll need artifacts from each of the affected realms." Richard furrowed his brows. "So, we're to jump between realms, facing unknown dangers, all while racing against time?" The guardian nodded. "Precisely. But remember, you won't be alone. Your bond, your love, has shown to be a force to reckon with."

I guess that booth helped people somehow even if it was a bit of corny. "Ella Taron?" I stood up after I heard my name being called. The receptionist told me which room I would go to, then I went inside the hallway. I found the said office where "Fixing Hearts Request" printed on the paper and sticking at the door's window. I knocked on the door twice and the door opened. And that familiar face of a man stood in front of me. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a black vest on it, he was taller than I expected, wearing glasses and his long hair was lying on his neck. He looked so attractive from his looks right now compared to the party. But from the looks on his eyes, he looked re

Dragon blessing upon you. The healing energy that Albus exerted made the nearly crushed heart recombine. Even so, the cracks in the half-remaining heart of Jergintarth were still visible and incurable. Only a dragon with a golden heart could repair a heart that has been cracked into a whole again. Unfortunately, that golden heart, The Heart of Magic, was currently in human hands. Albus's healing power felt cool on Jergintarth's chest so that the pain subsided. Slowly he could change his form back into a human.

She concurred with him, but still found herself the one special case to the rule. She’d never cherish anybody but Sawyer and he’d done unsalvageable harm to her heart. “Unless individuals are so careless by the time they’re through, the heart’s ruined for anybody else.” His grin bent with understanding. “Growing torments. Don’t think little of the heart’s versatility. Time heals.” “Do you truly accept that? I’ve cherished him for most of my life. I don’t think my heart knows how to halt cherishing him.”

"Meaning doesn't help when I can't walk up stairs without getting winded." "No. But it helps when you're lying awake at three AM wondering if the cost was worth it." Damien took her hand carefully. "Emma, you're recovering. Slowly. But recovering. Dr. Walsh says your heart can heal if you let it. So let it." "I'm trying." "I know. That's why I'm here. To remind you that trying is enough. You don't have to solve every problem. You don't have to save everyone. You just have to keep breathing until your heart remembers how to do its job properly."

The complexities of their hearts were not easily unraveled, but together they were determined to navigate the winding path of forgiveness and renewal. As they stood there, hands entwined and hearts laid bare, a sense of hope blossomed within their souls. The journey ahead would be arduous, but armed with love, understanding, and the unwavering desire to mend what was broken, they took their first steps forward—into a future where redemption, healing, and the resilience of the human heart would guide their way.