Heart's A Mess Novels & Stories

Which ever decision i decide make seems to be against me. How did i get it all wrong for things to be this messy. I'd never envisioned I'd be in a situation where I'd have to pick between two perfect men. It feels so wrong to reject Mr. Jordan, but my heart wants, it always had from the start, my heart was created for him. "Is it Michael" How close can someone be to having an heart attack, i felt so close, so close to having one. "No, no, it's not. I haven't decided yet" i haven't decided yet

👩‍⚕️ CHARLOTTE MEYERS 👩‍⚕️ Today is a new day to go in search of work, after all I don’t have to be at hunter’s party until later in the evening. Maybe if I find a job then there’ll be no need for me to move, I broaden my search areas and send emails to nearby cities but I got the same reply, I wasn’t fit to work for them. This is crazier than I thought.

Leaning back on the door I slide to the floor pulling my knees up and keeping my head down as I feel nauseous with my heart threatening to break out of its cage. My cheeks were warm against my palm as my fingers lower to my lips. OH MY DEAR GODjQuery21402353378429486861_1596566707202 WHAT HAVE I DONE????? For once revenge wasn't as sweet with the heart attacks it brought along. "Stay calm my heart."

Vincent haunted me—even in the sunlight. Nick leaned forward, arms resting on the table. “You’ve been quiet.” “Just soaking it in,” I said softly. He nodded but didn’t look convinced. “You can talk to me, Lisa. About anything. Even if it’s… messy.” I looked down at my drink. “It’s not that simple.” “I know. But I’m still here.” There was something in his voice that made my chest tighten. He really meant it. He wanted to be the one I turned to. But how could I explain that my heart was trapped between gentle warmth and consuming fire? That Vincent’s cruelty lit something inside me I didn’t understand?

The minimalist furniture, neutral tones, an organized space where chaos didn’t belong. But right now? His thoughts were chaotic. Ethan stepped inside and tossed his keys onto the marble countertop, exhaling slowly. He walked to the bar in the corner of the room, his fingers tightening around a crystal glass. The amber liquid burned down his throat as he drank, but it didn’t do a damn thing to drown out her voice in his head. The way she had said his name. The slight tremble in her voice when she said their kiss had been a mistake.

"Hmph, but I want more… Send her home quickly and come to me." "You little minx. Follow me in your car later. We'll do it in the car." "You're such a bad boy!" Soon, the sounds of sticky, intimate kissing came through the line. Luna's hands trembled as she ended the call abruptly. She stared at the cake in front of her, a wave of nausea and revulsion washing over her. It felt as if something was gripping her heart, twisting it until she was breathless, dizzy, and utterly uncomfortable. Gripping the fork, she stabbed at the chocolate plaque that read "Happy 5th Anniversary," smashing it to pieces.

I swallowed hard, unsure of how to navigate the complexities of my heart. "What should I do?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion and longing for guidance. His response was simple yet profound, "Break the rules." The words hung in the air, a gentle nudge to challenge the boundaries I had set for myself, to embrace the unknown and confront my fears head-on.

I walked calmly, keeping my heart and body in check for a minute until I was totally out of sight from her and now in the men's restroom. My entire body dropping flat at the sound of the door clucking shut, the thrumming of my heart exploded into a frantic shock, beating rapidly. *Thump. Thump. Thump.* “Fuck! That was so close,” I sighed underneath my breath, scraping out from total exhaustion, my eyes trailed down my shirt which was perfectly buttoned up. Honestly, I wonder what that girl is sometimes, how was she able to see these stupid hickeys on my chest? I took a deep breath, slowly calming my heart down, as my mind was still frozen in total chaos.

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things