Heart's Missing Piece Romane & Geschichten

My heart tore and I cried out, my arms and back jolted to rigid steel as I pounded into her, seeking, seeking, seeking—stoking the fire that burned through heart, through ribs, through skin. That muscle deep in my chest that bled life into the rest of me, turned and flipped, hammered and leaped—until a piece of me tore away. I bellowed in the explosion of pure bliss and searing pain that twisted together and shot from me, stretching for her, reaching—and cried my relief when she was found. Something… a piece, the very shape of the heart that I had lost, met me in the air, then dove back through the searing, blazing heat of me to rest, finally in that place. The hole that had been created… sh

His gaze fell to my hands and he coolly asked, "Be calm, will you?" How could I? I thought they replaced the heart? How could they get this fucking wrong, still? "Then talk. I don't have time for the stupid suspense." I said, sitting up even more. He sighed, "This current heart is having some issues too. They saw a small hole in the hospital I work with and two hospitals as well. The hole is growing. Needs to be closed. She is devastated. I have watched my girl over these last few years struggle to live a normal life. In the first year after her surgery, she barely stayed home. She wanted to do everything she had been deprived of doing whilst still sick.

it wasn’t long before I joined in; a refreshing sound that came from a heart which felt as light as a feather. If there’s one thing I’d learnt tonight, it's that you can’t change how the heart really feels. I couldn’t do it with my dad, and I sure as hell would not be able to do it with my mum. And my dad might not say it, but I knew he felt the same about my mum. And maybe part of the reason why he didn't tell me the truth about her, was not only to protect me, but to protect her. He might have separated from her, but it was there in his eyes – how he really felt. I saw it that day at the house when mum came around; he still loved her. I guess it’s as they say, ‘the heart wants what it wan

he joke. “Your heart? What kind or heart? Is it a keychain or something?” she didn’t realize that he is kidding on her. “No… My heart is missing… I think someone snatched it from me unknowingly!” he says as he placed his hand on his left chest. Steph rolls her eyes when he caught him lying and making a scene, “don’t you dare disturbing me because I am busy, if you want someone who will care for you, why don’t you go to Beatriz. I am sure that you don’t need to do an effort because she will throw herself at you,” she commented.

How many mornings had I watched her prepare remedies, her slender fingers working with precision? I placed the moonflowers in a crystal vase, carefully arranging them. The tea I set on her preparation table, where she spent countless hours mixing healing blends. "What am I doing here?" I muttered to myself, pacing the length of the healing den. Something felt incomplete. Missing. It took me several moments to realize what it was—my heart. I had left it behind with her. The emptiness of the den mocked me. Every shadow seemed to whisper her name. Every corner held memories that now felt like daggers in my chest.

I left him there on the floor, surrounded by the wreckage of everything he'd destroyed. The next day, I tracked Lydia down till I saw her sitting near a cafe near the edge of the pack territory. She was alone, stirring a cup of coffee, her expression distant. The pregnancy bump was visible now beneath her designer dress. "Lydia." She looked up, startled. "What do you want?" I sat down across from her without waiting for an invitation. "I want to know about the heart." Her face went carefully blank. "What heart?" "The compatible donor heart that was supposed to go to Elena. The one that mysteriously disappeared from the transplant list three weeks ago."

James’ face contorted into anger, “You’re not running away now.” “I’m not running away, James. I’m saving my heart.” That was the lie of the century. There was no saving a heart that was so intertwined with his that separating them felt like tearing the organ apart. I’d be left in pain and bleeding from a wound that would likely never heal if what he was saying was true. His Moon Goddess chose me as the missing piece to his soul. But he didn’t have just a single piece missing; there were two. And Marina held the other piece.

he said in an annoyed voice. "You're wrong! I can accept you no matter how much the people you met before destroyed you, but I know in myself that no matter what I do to build and fix you, I will never be able to do that because you left the other part you lost to Cartex. " I looked at him seriously, "Cartex is the only answer to make you whole again, and you don't know how much it hurts me that the part missing is your heart." My voice cracks. He had no idea how long I had waited for me to have a chance to be close to him, he also had no idea how much I thought of all the things so he would notice me. It wasn't that easy for me just to get his attention.

"I don't?" "No, you don't. Because. Well...because I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart. It was scarred and fragile, but I gave it to someone who saw worth in it anyway. A woman who cherished every imperfection and did his best to hold all the fragmented pieces together. I've been walking around without my heart for so many years, I learned to ignore its absence. I became accustomed to the hole in my chest. But I can't ignore the missing part of me any longer. And you can't marry an incomplete man. You deserve a man who still has a heart to give you. So, I'm sorry...but I can't marry you."

And you still didn't hit it. "That was- I made a mistake." Edward avoided my eyes, his gaze dropping in panic. I shook my head, my voice filled with quiet disdain. "However, today, you didn't make a mistake. One shot, and you hit Tracy's handkerchief." "No, it's not like that. Before, that spot was always empty. I didn't expect that this year, she would tie her handkerchief there on purpose." "So you already knew that spot was empty, and you still chose to shoot there. You missed on purpose, just because you thought Tracy wasn't grown up yet, and I should keep waiting."