Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

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."

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."

Annie realized her body was moving automatically but her mind was scrambled with words, knowledge that was buried for three years. On the rhythm of her heart the words seared through her mind, demanding she acknowledge who she is…the soft wings of his love had caught her unaware. These three years she knew the missing piece of her heart…she was searching, missing him daily, calling his name always, Aaron, she knew his face, knowing the color of his eyes. Her body has started a deep-seated need to be touched by him, but currently the distance of his forgotten past was keeping them apart…

So what was it about me‚ at fourteen‚ that broke through every wall he had? It didn't make sense. There was a piece missing. A very important piece of information that was missing and I could feel it. A gap in the center of the story where an explanation should have been‚ and no matter how many times I turned it over in my head‚ I couldn't figure out what fit there. And that gap was driving me insane.

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

Hours ticked by before silence returned, only to be broken by his low, ragged voice. “What am I missing?” The sound of anguish in those words pierced through the walls, straight into my chest. I pressed a hand against my heart clutching my chest tightly. “Why does my heart feel… like there’s a piece of it gone?” His breath hitched, his voice raw. He clutched his chest, and I could almost picture him, doubled over, searching himself for an answer he could not find. And then came the words that shattered the careful web I’d spun. “Is someone out there… waiting for me?”

This absence, curiously, twisted my heart with an inexplicable tension. I grappled with my feelings for him. This was meant to be a business arrangement, devoid of emotional entanglement. He was younger, reserved, with an undeniable ruggedness, a fighter, a former boxer. Yet beneath that exterior lay a serene strength, the kind that didn’t need to be showcased. My fingers traced the faint bruise on my wrist, a silent reminder of the night’s turmoil, one I hadn't even registered in the moment. But Adrian had. The instant we were alone, he’d taken my hand, his touch a tender balm that unlocked something deep within me.

I felt his tongue begging for an entrance which I gave happily. He poured all his pain and his heart in this kiss and so did I... I can't even tell how much I needed this... why didn't I realise this for so long... this is what was missing... he was missing in all these years... my missing piece... and just with that one kiss he healed my broken heart... he completed me!