Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

That’s how you’re still breathing after everything. The water suddenly felt too hot. You’re telling me… all of that— The screams that tore me apart. The way my chest ached every time he broke. The lullaby I didn’t even know I remembered was because some cosmic red string decided we belong to each other? Bree’s voice dropped to something small and ancient. (Yes. And he feels it too. He just doesn’t know how to live with it yet.) I sank under the water until everything went quiet.

I feel his absence the way lungs feel drowning. I stumble to the bathroom. Cold water splashes across my face but does nothing to banish the dizziness that’s becoming far too familiar. My reflection blurs. My veins pulse silver, only for a second, then fade. It’s the magic. Or more precisely... the vow. I press my hand to the center of my chest. There’s a weight there, invisible but constant. A pull. A thread of soul-string wound tightly from my heart to his. Wherever he is.

But the fire in my chest remained, a searing agony that the water couldn't touch. "More," I croaked, my voice harsh and hoarse. More water passed down my throat and I drank it all. After I had drunk a large amount, my thirst lessened, and the sensation stopped, but the tears never stopped falling. I fell back on my back, closed my eyes, and cried. "Shhh," someone cooed, their hand on my forehead. The voice and the tender touch only made me cry harder. It made that tug come back to my chest but this time it was pulsing harder, tugging harder as if it was reaching out to something so far away from its reach.

I have pica. I have had a compulsion to eat hair for as long as I can remember. Whenever I feel strands of hair tugging inside my stomach, I feel strangely calm. I look at my thin wrists and the sharp outline of my ribs, and I feel proud. Sometimes Mom cries and asks why I became like this. Seeing her hurt because of me fills me with satisfaction. Dad runs himself ragged trying to get me appointments with specialists, his hair turning completely gray from the strain. And somehow, that makes me feel happy too. My therapist asks whether there is some knot inside me I can't untie. I shake my head and say that my parents have always favored and spoiled me. How could there be a knot? It

He poured raw force down the tether, turning it from a simple cord into a blazing chain. Master Binder screamed as it seared her skin, not with holy purity, but with the simple, stubborn reality of three hearts refusing to let her dictate the ending. “You don’t get to slip away like bad weather,” I said, teeth bared. The words came from somewhere deeper than anger. From *refusal*. “You’re going to live long enough to watch the world rebuild without you.” We pulled. The crack fought us, edges sparking, space warping. Stone groaned. But she was off‑balance, web severed, power siphons cut.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

I used to laugh and joke, saying, "Hey, you're going to be our witness, so you'd better keep a good eye on him for me next time!" Queenie would keep laughing and nodding at me in response, but her eyes were also filled with a rather complex expression I couldn't understand. I always thought that this was the perfect happiness I'd always have. However, after going through all of the highlighted stories on the Instagram account, I realized that the gentleness and tenderness I'd always thought were exclusively reserved for me had been shared with someone else without my knowledge. Misty roared in anger. "We can't take this anymore! They're desecrating your feelings and emotions!"

My vocal cords pained a little and I coughed to clear my throat. She hugged me. I could smell the aroma of her deodorant. I couldn't register for a minute and whispered in my ear, "Me too, old man." I was satisfied with her affirmation but I wasn't old. Roaming my hands on her bare back, I teased her, "I am not old. Try me." I could hear her heartbeat when I touched her. I could feel her breath as her body touched mine. I felt as if she is the elixir of my life and without her, my world is nothing. She broke away the hug but remained in my arms.

he whispered, but he did it damn close to my neck. I got goosebumps, and trembled against his chest as I felt his ink-covered hand grip the doorknob and turn it. No, I didn't want to be afraid even though he seemed like a damn psychopath about to dismember me in the basement of a fraternity while throwing a party. It was definitely movie material. "I still don't fear you, Andra," he said. I got goosebumps when we descended, and I realized the music and shouts were still audible; I felt isolated in the darkness.

I feel like I'm being torn apart like paper and got burned. "Sachi what's wrong?" Idris immediately approached me worried but I couldn't answer. I just kept screaming and like a worm twisted while Idris didn't know what to do and carried me to the front room. I can't stand the pain I'm feeling. What is happening to me? what is this? I felt water dripping down my face and saw Idris' eyes watering. "P-please help me, I can't stand the pain it's piercing through me" I beg as my eyes launch to flow some water. I did nothing and bit Idris' hand that was holding me to ease the pain but it didn't.