Heart's Missing Piece Novels & Stories

“Yes. When Mother sacrificed herself for you, she said you couldn’t awaken your true form until you found true love.” He stared at me like he was waiting for the words to really sink in. “Hazel…you found love. Not just in your husband—but in yourself. You learned to love yourself. You accepted who you are. And now that the bond is complete, the missing segment is fixed.” My brows furrowed deeper. “What missing segment? What missing piece?” “The missing segment is the piece that helps you awaken your true form. When you and Nicholas marked each other, the missing piece clicked right into place.”

Each of them the missing piece to a puzzle I’d never thought I’d finish. I always thought that there would only be one piece missing, but most puzzles don’t only include two pieces. They contain hundreds to create the whole picture. Hundreds of moments or people that make up your life, but the ones that are missing, the final pieces; those are the ones that matter the most. They complete the puzzle. Elliot and Chaos were the missing pieces to my puzzle. Each man offering me different things, neither that I needed more than the other.

He only focused on blaming me after our parents died and never looked at my test reports. I wondered if he had been more patient, would I still be alive? Soon, his assistant rushed over while panting. Deep sympathy appeared on his face when he saw my brother. "Boss, this may be a very heavy blow to you, but I still have to tell you… Miss Wendy died because her heart was removed. She signed an organ donation agreement while she was alive. Her heart…" The assistant cautiously glanced at Yvette. Then, he continued, "Her heart was donated to Miss Yvette. The donor's family we were trying to find back then was you, sir."

"The Lullaby Project, as you know it, is incomplete. It requires a core component, a catalyst, to achieve full activation. A component known in our oldest texts as the 'Heart of the Progenitor.' According to our most reliable intelligence, the Heart is currently secured in the deepest, most inaccessible level of the Fenrir Council's black site prison: Alcatraz." The information hit them like a physical blow. It was the missing piece of the puzzle, the key that unlocked the entire conspiracy. Alcatraz wasn't just a prison holding his parents; it was a vault, a reliquary, containing the one object that could unleash the greatest power on Earth.

I fail miserably to hold back my tears, "I don't really care whether you're hurting or not, the point is that you're not hurting as much as I am. I've finally grown whole again and now you want to- to destroy that? Why? Just leave me alone." Blake stars twisting the ring resting on his fourth finger...it's his wedding ring. "So, you're telling me that you don't ever feel like your heart is incomplete? That something is missing? Because I don't believe you." Blake steps towards me again, this time his thumb erasing away my tears, "your heart wants nothing more than to be with mine, you know it."

The boy I’m in love with is dead, but it’s not the ghastly crash that killed him. There’s a hole in his chest. His heart is missing.

The gates shut behind her like a final heartbeat. I stood at the edge of the woods, watching her disappear into the shadows. She never looked back. “She loved you, in her own way,” Kael said behind me. “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what hurts.” He stepped beside me. “The heart, how do you feel?” I held up the crystal. It pulsed faintly in my hand. “Stronger,” I said. “But also… like something’s missing.” Kael studied it. “It’s only part of your power. The rest is locked inside you.”

"The Luna and the girls…" My heart stopped working for a second, “... went missing, but…” I didn't want to hear the ‘but’ as I felt my knees weaken. Victory has never felt terrible.

There are pieces of him missing. Stepping up to the missing section of his soul I examine it to see how I can fix it. With nothing else in this room to use, it could just always be a gapping hole. Even if I stood there, there would still be missing pieces. But something can be whole even if it has missing pieces. Just because a pie is missing a slice it is still a pie. A person missing a piece is still a person. "So, it seems that you were able to fix him. What do you think of your work?" Kawa ask as she appears before me to see the gaping hole in the wall.

Alan stood there, icy and aloof, gazing down at me. "I told you, you can't run from me. I'll always find you." His voice was icy, emotionless. "You're a perfect heart match for Jessica. There's an organ donation form here. Sign it." I stared at the form, terror gripping me. Memories of a previous life, signing a similar form and then being struck by a truck, flooded my mind. The agony of shattered bones seemed to echo in my body. I shook uncontrollably, teeth gritted, forcing out the words, "No way. Not happening!"