Heartstrings Kdrama Novels & Stories

It’s vibrant and soothing. “I just…,” Do Sejin murmurs. She turns her head toward Do Sejin. Do Sejin’s cheeks turn flaming red -- another shade of red that tugs on the beating of her heart. Why is she always soft toward him? She loves Jung Kwang Soo in the same way one loves a family member. A husband is also a family member. Then, what was the difference? Why things couldn’t work between her and Jung Kwang Soo after her return? Why is she still looking at Do Sejin even after everything? All of them have gone through many life changing events. His sister is dead. Jung Kwang Soo is filled with guilt and traumatized by what happened to her. Bo Ji Won is gone from the world. Many others are dea

said changing my tone of voice to be weak like a sad person, but had let go. Min Junho took my hand. Staring at my two hands in his grip. "Yes, you have been by my side all this time. But your heart is not." He turned to look into my eyes without releasing his grip. "Am I really not in your heart?" Jun's question really I don't know the answer. Kim Hana, what's in your heart? Give me a clue! ☆☆☆

Destiny can ditch you in anytime and in any way as it wants. He couldn’t utter a word as she started to walk away from him. He just watched every step she made away from him until she vanished from his sight and all he could see was the flower field illuminated with bright sunshine. Finally, he let go of the tear droplets from his eyes which was fighting with him to flow out, the tear droplets fell on those two tiny hearts making it glisten with sun rays.

"I feel so stupid... to think I thought I was worth anything to you.. I let my heart rule me.. of course I heard you loud and clear when you said you don't want me or don't want us to fix things so I could fix them with Paris... I guess I should thank you there again coz she's been the best sister to me. Right, you wanted that for me so I should send you a thank you card." She stared at me and I kept talking, "But still.. Tawny Still that's not enough for me, because my heart is hung to someone who doesn't see me with her at all. Someone who tells me I mean the world to her but pushes me away and tells me she wishes I find someone who'll love me. You know how many times I wished I didn't hav

They were prepared to expose Dana's malevolent schemes, even if it meant confronting the darkest corners of the human soul. The entrance creaked open with an eerie moan, revealing a dimly lit corridor that stretched into the abyss. As they cautiously ventured forward, the echo of distant machinery and the occasional flicker of harsh fluorescent lights painted an ominous picture. The duo followed the maze of corridors, guided by the breadcrumbs of information they had gathered. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon a chilling sight – a series of reinforced glass windows that showcased rooms filled with human subjects connected to intricate machinery. Siberia's heart skipped a beat as she r

My chest shook with relief I didn’t want to show. “Thank you,” I whispered, too soft for anyone else to hear. Blake’s eyes flicked to me, unreadable. “You don’t owe me thanks.” But I did. I felt it in every breath. By evening, exhaustion had sunk deep into my bones. I sat on the steps outside the clubhouse, legs pulled up to my chest, watching the sky turn orange. For the first time since I’d arrived, no one was looking at me. No one was testing me.

Taehyung’s POV We lay tangled in the aftermath, a wreckage of limbs and labored breaths, the air heavy with the scent of us—sweat-slicked skin, spent passion, and the faint, metallic tang of tears long dried. Clara’s head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns over the scars that mapped my ribs like a warrior’s chronicle. The bond hummed between us, a low, sated purr that knit our frayed edges closer, but even in this fragile peace, shadows lingered at the periphery—Lisa’s ghost, my father’s rot, the blood debt that demanded payment.

Her introspective thoughts swirled in a silent acknowledgment of the stark contrast between the warmth he exuded and the solitude she often found herself wrapped in. She silently thought, "This person is so caring. Why don't I have someone who cares for me like this? He didn't hesitate to risk his life for a stranger. Whoever is destined to have him must be incredibly lucky." Her heart sighed at the contrast between his caring nature and her own undeserving self. As Ahil continued to attend to her with genuine concern, a pause lingered in the air, _________ Was Hiya the girl Ahil was waiting for? Will they both fall in love ?

The romantic drama on TV had ended, so I switched to an emotional talk show. The male lead was sobbing, while the female lead walked away without looking back. I murmured, “A love that comes too late is worth less than dirt.” I turned to look at Hendrick, who was standing in the doorway, drenched and silent. He was soaked, holding a bag of cold chicken noodle soup. His camel-colored coat had darkened with water, clinging to him awkwardly. He looked nothing like himself. “Why didn’t you call me when you were discharged?” Hendrick asked, his voice tense.

"Sweetheart, this isn't favoritism. It's because I feel bad for your mommy. Her fingers are so beautiful. It pains me to see them get oily from peeling shrimp." His beautiful wife should never have to touch anything like that. Simon watched Luna in her happiness, then slowly walked out of the restaurant. As soon as he exited, tears streamed down his face. This time, he didn't approach Luna or disturb her. "Lulu, I'm happy to know you're alive. I'm sorry... In the next life, please give me another chance. I'll be the one who loves you instead."