Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

Her chest ached, her ha⁠nds trembli⁠n‌g. Her phone b​uzz​ed again. A m⁠es​sage from Will. “You don’t get to walk away from me so easily. You’re mine!.”​

My heart sank. Who’s pulling the strings?

My hand found my hair, grabbing hard onto it to the point of hurt as if the hurt would ease the pain in my heart. My eyes became bloodshot. wild. As I demanded answers that no one had. My eyes darted around the room, unfocused. Amidst the fury, fear began to settle in. Somewhere deep in my gut. My heart began thundering against my ribs, my body trembling under the weight of helplessness. And then, just as I was about to let out another scream, something inside me shifted. It tugged deep in my chest, like a thread drawn tight. The bond.

Quinlan My heart felt like it was being tugged from every side, slowly being torn away from its confines. I had to press my teeth together to stop myself from groaning. I couldn't show any weakness, not when I was hours from being handed the alpha title. Clara's high-pitched voice as she tried to have a conversation with her father increased the throb in my temples, making me rub my index finger and thumb over my closed eyelids.

But this time It doesn’t sound as solid. I don’t respond. I don’t need to. Because I feel it. That shift. Not in the room. Not in them. In me. Sharp. Sudden. Uncontrolled. My breath catches. Just slightly. My hand lifts instinctively to my chest. There. That feeling again. But stronger. Pulling. Like something inside me is being tugged in a direction I don’t understand. Not pain. Not exactly. But not right either.

It was sweet and tender, and my heart was filled with happiness. However, the beautiful moment didn't last. Abruptly, Hektor pulled away, and his expression turned into a twisted mask of anger. "You like it, don't you?" He sneered. "I didn't know you are that easy to get." The sound of his hurtful words pierced my heart like a sharp knife, leaving me stunned and disoriented. The taunt felt like a physical slap, and tears flowed uncontrollably down my face. I felt an intense pain in my chest as if someone had squeezed my heart with a tight grip.

Jane With a fist clutching at my heart over my chest, I curl deeper into myself as my body jerks and spasms. The rejection had manifested into something that feels like a demonic hand which has somehow slid into into mouth and through my throat- completely blocking my airways, before grabbing my beating heart in a tight grip, ruthlessly and mercilessly squeezing the delicate organ.

I know that if I do, my resolve will go up in flames. “I’m not asking for anything from you other than a chance.” Derrick’s desperate words pierce right through my heart, causing the foolhearty organ to take off in my chest. “I know you don’t feel the same driving need as me to be near you.” His fingers intertwine with mine, pulling at the strings of my treacherous heart as sparks erupt between our fingers.

The description felt inadequate for the strange tugging sensation centered in my chest, as though invisible threads were being woven between them with each synchronized breath. "That's the bond responding," Dr. Winters explained. "Now for the next stage." She moved to stand between them, placing one hand atop where mine rested on Grace's chest, and the other atop Grace's hand on me.