Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

I’ve never felt so alive and so content, that this is what I’ve been searching for, what has been missing all throughout these years. It’s her. She’s the missing piece. All of a sudden, the ground below us starts to shake and I feel her slipping away. I panic. Fear rises in me and I try my best to keep holding her, to keep her close to me, but it’s impossible. No matter how tight and hard I grip onto her, she still slips away. The second I can no longer feel her warmth on mine, it’s like my heart is shattered into pieces. I can’t explain it exactly, but I know it’s worse than getting stabbed, or shot, or even drinking poison.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

That’s why I’m not surprised that he was trying to lay low behind this club. “I’m not asking you to break it, River. I know it would be useless. I came here because I heard that you are in current possession of a very rare artifact with the power to heal any sicknesses and break any curse… a fragment of the Dragon’s Heart,” I finally came clean. “I need that fragment to cure my best friend. It’s the only shot we have left. I can’t lose her. So, if you really have it, please, give it to me.”

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

A low, primordial vibration, the heartbeat of something entombed beneath the bones of creation. Home. The recognition settled immediately, instinctively and absolutely. And yet, something was missing. The realisation did not creep in, nor did it require the labour of thought; it struck with the blade-edge of certainty, cleaving through the haze of half-waking. There was a void where something vital should have been, a presence so constant in his soul that its absence felt not like emptiness, but like a wound, like a limb torn away without warning, leaving only the raw ache of loss.

kapoor, you didn't get me I guess, I just need your help in helping me keep the two projects that I already have," She looked into his eyes, holding up to the shattered pieces of pride left within her Just like a crushed glass cannot be put together, so can a fractured pride not be put together All Hearts!!

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

' Girl according to Irish. The whole week, Irise had tried every excuse to hang out with the Alpha, but the said Alpha was always busy. She missed the Alpha; she missed the pup. The pup had made a special place in her heart. She had acquired it all. Now that she rarely sees the pup, Irise's days are gloomy. She won't know what this feeling is, but her heart feels heavy in her chest. The scenarios run wild in her mind every time she knew that Aaron was with that girl.

Finn Lawson thought his struggles were over when he returned to his biological family after eighteen years, only to find himself in a different type of hell—abusive parents, resentful sisters, and his impostor who rubbed salt into his wounds every chance he got! He could only laugh when he somehow traveled back in time and was left staring at his cancer diagnosis. But then again, would there be disappointment if there was no hope? As he grew distant, his childhood friend snapped, "Be nice to me like you always have been, or you won't get a second chance!" His sisters were bewildered to see him disown them. "Are you crazy?! Just give in, and you're still family!" Seeing that he was deter

I pressed the photo frame to my chest, sucking in a deep breath, sniffing silently while the tears made their way down my cheeks. My throat was paining, and clotted with emotions, but my heart was the one to bleed the most. Since last night I’m missing him more. I can feel my heart ripping apart at the same time when it was at peace. Each heartbeat was a reminder of his absence, a reminder of the void that could never be filled. The weight of his loss felt as heavy now as it did all those years ago. The realization that he would never see the fulfillment of our dreams tore at my soul.