Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

So, yes, she can be proud of her dear husband. My father and Matteo go closer to that hideous man. My father speaks, "So, here I am. I am listening. What do you have for me?" That man disagrees by nodding his head. "No! You have something for me, and that is the gem. The Heart of Magic, and I want it now! No more bullshits!" "Not again this nonsense." My father wrinkles his forehead in despair and tired by repeatedly listening for that damn stupid gem. "I have explained to you thousands of times I do not know where it is. I have never seen it in my life. I do not even know how it looks like.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

I grape my phone and open the massage. Em: Hey, meet us at Starbucks Xx it is EMILY she wants to meet me in Starbucks. Oh God, I'm going to have a heart attack. How do I tell her that I'm leaving, Hello and then Goodbye. I don't really want to lose her. we have been friends for ten years. God, please help me, after I'm done with my hair. I wear a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and white vans. I go downstairs and found a paper. She won't be at home today. I ride my car and head to Starbucks. I arrived in 10 minutes. I parked my car, then I go inside to Emily, jade, and Eli.

my subconscious warned me . Walking back up to my room, I wore my sandals and rushed out of the house, making anyone suspect me is the last thing I want so I decided to go on a stroll, I came to a stop at the park and sat on a bench taking in the scene of some playing children with their parents and something tugged at my heart, " I can't wait to see my babies playing in park like this one day" . Taking note of every single thing a child did surprisingly kept me calm and took my mind of reality for a brief moment and those were one of my best moments. So guys tell me what you think, who is the male person working with Melissa? Send in your thoughts on the comment section 💖💖

However, I never thought that the love I firmly believed Ariana had for me would burst like a bubble and disappear all at once as soon as her so-called first love and ex-boyfriend, Ivan Hatfield, returned home. As it turned out, I really was just a substitute for someone else after all. I inhaled deeply and cast my gaze upon the broken plaque that was now lying on the floor in a mess. The words on it said "Best wishes to Zack and Ariana", and I found it simply too much of an eyesore.

It was as if the horrors I endured had never happened. Benson searched the place. Finally, I spotted a tiny brooch in the corner of a cabinet—one that had fallen off my clothing. If Aiden found it, it could confirm the killer's identity. I desperately flailed my broken soul, trying to knock over the candlestick on the table, trying to make the curtains move without wind. However, I was like a speck of dust—no matter how much I struggled, no one noticed my presence. The click of the door locking was more jarring than the countdown of the bomb. Back outside, Benson said to Aiden, "I don't see any signs of bomb-making. Could it be someone else?"

The puzzle was almost complete, but one crucial piece was missing. I felt safe and stable, but imprisoned by my own heart. The world I inhabited was perfect, so why didnt it feel perfect. And then just like that... the image shattered like glass.