Heart's A Mess Novels & Stories

"Didn’t I but you first Didn't I reassure you Did you ever do these things for me? I don't mind complicated But the line is crossed, I'm waiting For a sincere apology But you can't when you are with me You need to find a way But you can't when you are with me You care with everyone else Just not me... Does nobody realise how sad these lyrics are? That melody is just to hide the pain of those words" "This is gonna go big" He looked at the replay of the fashion show which had already hit five million views. He lay on the railings and looked at the stars "The same shit again. I wonder if this time it will end well." - To be continued

Garett said. “I see that,” Sara replied. “It is because the software is out of date and not updated, but I thought it would be better than trying to use a newer computer that might not be able to read the files,” Garrett said as he squeezed her hand in his. “I know.” She said as she tried to smile as they waited for something to be on the screen. The same feeling of waiting for some news like when she was in the hospital, and no one would tell her what was going on. This was going to take a few minutes, she kept telling herself. This was going to be something that could help her get free of all the demons around her.

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

I blinked fast, trying to keep them at bay as I took in the whole scene one final time. “No. I hate it.” I answered honestly. The fallen look on Alex’s face wasn’t something I ever hoped to see. “Why?” he questioned in confusion. “Why?” I scoffed out, waving at the surrounding. “Because this is too much. This is romantic.” I said that last word with disgust. “What is wrong with romantic?” “Oh well um let me think. Broken hearts?” Alex took a step towards and I shook my head, stopping him. “I want this date Alex, I really do. But I overthink crazy. And right now all I can think of is my heart getting broken tomorrow morning.”

𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡. TBC

"Russ…" "Carson, look at him. He isn’t responding to me. We were coming to you and he fainted on the way here. He was sweating, Carson. He was so cold. I am scared, Carson. Please". Russell broke down in tears. His hands were shivering with anxiety. Carson signaled his team to take care of Daniel for a while, while he took Russell out, almost forcefully. "Russell, calm down. Tell me what happened? Any work load? Any tension"? Carson asked him in a composed tone, although it was hell for him. The man he loved was being admitted in the ER with some heart issues and he had to make sure that Daniel was fine.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

5 G lateral at the top, the blood pooling in the wrong chambers, the arrhythmia that could be triggered by exactly this stress, in exactly this body, his body, Arthie's damaged heart. He had watched Eau Rouge on screens for years, the analysis that was professional interest in extreme physiology, the fascination that was abstract because the drivers were abstract, statistics, probabilities. Now he watched it through the window, the track visible below, the cars that were specks becoming violence becoming beauty, and the speck that was Arthie was specific, particular, the damage that was his to know intimately, to monitor continuously, to fear particularly.

We’ll teach her how to behave. The outrage spread rapidly. Some self-proclaimed “justice warriors” even started sending me abusive private messages.

"Listen to me. Just do your job and we'll forget this ever happened. "You've been here for seven years. Even if you haven't achieved much, you've put in the effort. The company won't mistreat you." As he spoke, he even reached out as if to pull me up. I felt sick to my stomach and shoved him away. I barely used any force, but he performed like an award-winning actor, rolling on the ground and lightly bumping his head against the edge of a desk. Chase hit his head, and Scarlett looked more heartbroken than if she had been the one injured. She rushed forward, cradled his head, and stroked it gently.