Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

It seems my chest has been torn open and there's this great chasm that needs to be filled. I shake my head and grip my hair in my two hands, despair filling me with anguish. My soul which had been full to the brim a year ago, screams with emptiness. I feel like a walking dead because I'm so full of extricating longing for the one person that almost ruined my life, that I wish I could rip out my heart from my chest just to ease the sensation.

I struggled to pull my hand free from her chest, to rip her heart out, but she was holding tight. An agonising pain shot through me as she began chanting, and I felt something tighten in my own chest. Kiara’s hand wrapped around mine, plunging into Endora's chest as we both tugged at her heart. Never had I felt such power fighting against me. I growled as we both mustered our strength and we managed to tear her heart from her chest. Her eyes widened, a look of pure, unbridled hatred on her face as she chanted... a look that suddenly changed to vicious happiness.

This time, I let the words slip from my lips slowly, like a song whispered across time. “En’dara wehil, nostrine vahl… fen’dalla kythar in’shae…” With each syllable, I shut out the flies, the wind, the world. By the fifth repetition, I felt it. A tug. Not physical. Not like the mate bond that once connected me to my kings. Not like the steady hum of the moon goddess either. No, this was… different. Older. Wilder. Deeper. It curled into my chest like a vine growing around a tree trunk—slow, firm, and deliberate.

I felt a sense of De javu making me sick in my stomach at the violence, which I am not even sure was directed at me. He said through clenched teeth. "Get Out". His whole body was stiff against mine. And my whole world came shattering down into pieces and my sympathetic nervous system kicked in. I desperately clutched his hand and pleaded "I am so sorry I will do better I pro..promise. please don't get angry. Please don't​ cancel the deal. I swear it was involuntary I didn't wanted to resist like that. Please give me one more chance I will not disappoint you this time."

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.

“That is for another day. Tonight I just want to have you close and have you remember what it is like to feel things again.” “I feel a lot again,” Sara said as she laughed and then looked like she was going to cry. Garrett expected this, though. He had heard from different people that sometimes it took months to years to be right with the world again after they let themselves grieve. Sara had been holding on to her strength through not letting her pain go. Now that she had broken through that wall, it would come in waves where one moment she would be fine, and then a split second later, she would be upset with tears in her eyes. He knew that he would gladly take her pain away if he could and

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The room, filled with ambiguous atmosphere, in the ambiguous two people, but each let their hearts, sink into the depths of the lake. Obviously, obviously doing the most wanted to do in three years, but he is difficult to heart trembling, difficult to suffocate. Obviously, the senses of the body were sending pleasurable thrills, but then, the heart, it was getting colder and colder, more and more painful. Her muffled grunts, her stoicism, every subtle sound, he listened carefully, and with every subtle sound, he ached one point more. I am sorry, Little Tong, I am not trying to hurt you, don t run away, don t run away just stay by my side, I am good to you, give you the whole world, don t ...

The sound echoed in my chest like a final nail being driven into the coffin of our friendship. I head back to the house and i sank to the couch, my hands pressing against my temples. "No, no, this can’t be happening," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. My heart burned, every beat screaming Jude’s name. "How could Jude do this to me, after everything? How could they both do this to me?" My chest ached so badly it felt like I couldn’t breathe. My best friend. My boyfriend. The two people I trusted most had chosen betrayal over loyalty.

Of course, only a person who once loved you knew exactly where to stab to hurt you the most. I could not even summon anger anymore. It felt like disappointment had hollowed me out completely. My heart felt empty. What I hated most was my own helplessness. “There’s no need to make such a spectacle, Mr. Stone. “It’s just a few words. Don’t disturb my mother’s peace.” I handed the tablet back to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and demanded, “Why aren’t you wearing the engagement ring I gave you?”