Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

"Please find another person" Nixon replied as Luna strolled toward him and kisses him right in front of Diana. After kissing him she stares at Diana badly and drags Nixon away. Diana's eyes and heart were so depressed, she felt so vulnerable. "Almighty! why are things often turning around on me..." "Why is this happening to me, am just so vulnerable to heart breaks" "Maybe am not destined to be with any man, I internally feel so lonely, always" "I thought that this one would be the perfect person for me"

said Eva with tears in her eyes. I felt my heart break as she left. She was supposed to call her mom to pick her up and she didn't call her, she was just walking as if her heart had been cut out. It started to rain and the street to get out of my housing development was long. From the door I could see her farther and farther away and I felt less and less like walking.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

I wanted to enter into the ground of the field, if that would not be possible to do, I wanted to drown myself in the sea and never have to face anyone again in this pack or even in this life, the whole purpose had just been shattered Into pieces and would never be glued together again, because even if we could, it would never be the same again. “Riley! What are you doing out here?. . . With her” A girl, friend of Riley came towards us, and she had a look of excitement and I wish I could be in her position, my heart was too shattered to smile. Even though she does not like me , non of them really does, they just put up with me, the discussion with Riley had just confirmed it. I was a charity

Yet, we still could not find a suitable heart. Just as I watched Bryan grow thinner by the day and wither away, I fell into despair, but the doctor told me that they found a match. The person whose heart matched Bryan’s was me. My well of thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Bryan tenderly kissed Jade’s forehead. His eyes shone with relentless affection.

After the three of them left the room, I picked my drumsticks back up from the monobloc chair beside me and started reviewing beats, hitting the rims lightly. I can do my part well when I’m alone, so why do I keep on messing up when everyone starts to play with me? The drums are the backbone of the music. It carries the rhythm, so there’s no room for a mistake. It’s hard to cover when the drums start failing to provide foundation. “What were you thinking coming here?” After a minute of silence, he finally said something. I looked up, and stopped the motion of my hands, bracing myself for whatever confrontation this man has for me.

Later, they all exploded with astonishing growth. My judgment and decisiveness silenced every doubt. Now, those same board members greeted me with respect, addressing me properly as "Mr. Guzman" when they saw me. I immersed myself completely in my work. The constant hustle left no room for old memories. I thought my life would continue like that indefinitely. Until the night at a charity gala, where I met Amelia Lockhart. I no longer needed love. What I needed was a reliable partner. And that was exactly what Amelia was.

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Each beat of her heart felt like a reminder of what was slipping away, a fading connection that left her feeling incomplete. The sensation was both physical and emotional, intertwining in a complex dance of longing and sorrow. It was as if a part of her was being gently torn away, leaving behind a void that was impossible to fill. Every breath she took seemed to echo with the echo of the absence, a rhythm that reverberated through her very being.