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.

The weight of despair threatened to overwhelm me, but Damian's presence anchored my resolve. "Together, we can change this," he murmured, his hand clasping mine. His support rekindled my determination, and we pressed on. --- Damian's Perspective As we delved deeper, the path narrowed, leading to a cavern illuminated by an ethereal glow. At its center stood an ancient pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline shard pulsating with light—the Enigma's Core. Approaching cautiously, we felt a surge of energy connecting the Core to the Heart we possessed. The realization dawned: the Heart was incomplete without the Core.

Inferno of emotions His heart was broken Cracked into two by events of past Where the other part was hidden by him somewhere where it could never be found again. She knew his heart like her own As once they beated as a whole. She was going to mend his broken heart. Even if she had to break her own heart into two, Just to complete the jigsaw of his heart's missing part. Even if after it her heart would be sacrificed but still knowing that his heart was complete she will be satisfied.

[Diana] It’s beautiful how the heart bleeds almost our entire life, but we notice it only when an invisible piece of it goes missing. An external emotion becomes so ingrained in us that when it’s cut off, we feel the pain physically — as if a part of us was removed. He was the nameless external emotion that I hadn’t been able to cut off even after dying. He was that invisible piece attached to my heart which I hadn’t been able to cut off.

All Hearts! "

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."

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!"

For the first time in her life, Audrey had met a man who could potentially break her heart. “Oh, stop being so silly, Addie!” she said, shaking her head. “You had to love someone for them to break your heart and you don’t love James. You are sexually attracted to him and this is completely different.” And love was out of the question right now. She had her plate full… The loss of her parents, the changes in her professional life, Seymour House… It was already too much. She wasn’t her normal logical, calm self. That was why thoughts of James pierced her mind at the oddest moments and why she had a burning interest in who his wife had been, what she’d looked like, how they had met, what had fi