Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body, glaring at the disgusting man who will never change. "Don't you dare tell me what to do" he spat and pulled the towel off me as he touched my breast again making me cry. He pinched my nipple and played with it. My teeth clenched, my eyes glaring at the ground as tears stung my eyes. He then hugged me tightly as he stroked my head. "Shhh it's okay my angel...you need to get used to it plus I'm going to be your husband soon" he whispered in my ear shattering my heart.

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

"I know I've done a lot of things that hurt you. And I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I need you to know... I love you. I've always loved you." His voice was steady, sincere. And for a moment, she didn't know what to feel. Her heart was a storm of emotions—bittersweet and swirling. Just then, his phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the mood. Oscar glanced at the screen. His expression darkened slightly—it was Diana. He answered anyway. "Hello? Diana? What's wrong?" Her voice came through the line, frail and trembling. "Oscar, I'm not feeling well... Can you come be with me?"

the fool speaks up, but I don't pay him much attention. It's not only because I don't want to, but also because of the tugging feeling in my heart. It's hard to describe, but it's as if there's a string tied to my heart, and someone's holding onto it, using it to get closer. After a few more thugs like that, my heart starts hammering against my chest, and I finally understand what's happening.

“Show me your heart, Rosemary Blackhollow. Show me what you’re willing to sacrifice.” The ground beneath me cracked and splintered, a deep, bone-chilling sound echoing through the wasteland. I staggered, trying to keep my balance, but a searing pain erupted in my chest. It felt as though claws were tearing through my heart, pulling me apart from the inside. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, as I clutched at the invisible force wreaking havoc within me.

*** I gripped my chest, taking quick breaths as I crashed to the floor. I blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears while struggling to ease my aching head. I fetched a glass of water and chugged down the liquid but the pain in my chest wouldn't cease, it felt like my heart had been pulled into a knot and both ends of the rope were being tugged in opposite directions. It gave a painful twist but I refused to cry because crying only meant that I had accepted their reality.

“It’s starting.” Riven summoned the obsidian runes woven into his skin, each one igniting like dark fire. “Elara—” Ashen grabbed my waist, pulling me back just as the chamber erupted with a deep, resonant heartbeat that wasn’t mine. The Tear Drop pulse. Everything inside me snapped taut. My heart slammed once, violently, like it was trying to escape my chest. The bond threads linking me to each of them blazed from heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul.

Strong arms catch me before I hit the ground, but the ache inside me keeps spreading, like my heart is being pulled in two directions at once. Damon’s voice reaches me first. Rough. Furious. “Aria. Look at me. Stay with me.” I will try. I really try. But the pull is too strong. It’s like a string tied between me and another life. Stretching. Straining. Burning.

"Anvrel bondum. Mates no more, let the ties now bend." Morane's voice grew louder as she repeated those words, and immediately Bryan, Aiden, and Kira felt it—a tug deep in their chests. The pain hit them hard. It was sharp and unrelenting. It felt as if their souls were being ripped apart, and instinctively, they each reached for their chests, as if trying to grasp it. Bryan's jaw clenched, his eyes filled with unshed tears, while Aiden's grip on Kira's hand tightened even as his other hand pressed against his chest, and as for Kira, her face crumpled, but none of them refused to let the tears fall.