Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

"Five years? That is just so not fair, Damien. Two years was, like, already too long; now it is five?! She continued, her voice breaking with sorrow, and she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Do not cry," he said, his own voice cracking. "I cannot bear to see you so distressed. I am so very sorry." Torn by heartache himself, Damien knew he would still have to go through with the arrangement. They had sacrificed enough, and he had to follow through with his promise. "I hate this, Damien!" Clara wailed, beating his chest before collapsing into his arms.

I was not bleeding yet, but somehow I knew that after I slowly start to pull these foreign objects out, one by one, the blood will come gushing out. It kind of leaves one breathless, like when you’re running on a treadmill, or rowing away as if some ghost from the past is chasing you. There is burning in your lungs as you desperately try to draw in enough air to sustain functionality. You are tired—your muscles are giving up and you just can’t anymore...

Meghan, gripped by fear, moved frantically to unbuckle the prosthetic and pull it away. Taylor's amputated leg became severely burned and infected, making the entire hospital room smell unbearably foul. He was in such agony that he threw himself out of a window, and this time, he was left in a coma. Meghan finally got what was coming to her. She immediately snapped and lost her grip on reality. She launched a live stream to blast Danielle for her heartlessness and launched a smear campaign against Olivia Technology's products. She, surprisingly, raked in some cash in the first few hours of her live stream by exploiting her own misery for sympathy.

I clenched my teeth. "I will remove that bastard from your mind, heart and soul. The only person who should be in your heart, mind and soul is me and only me. I will take over your everything my love, I will make you fall for me crazily. You and me will one day become one and that is my promise" I chuckled. "My dear love......if there is no Faith...." I ripped opened my shirt and I stared at my reflection looking at the name written on the side of my chest, holding a knife in my hand.

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?

Samaira was taken aback by the sudden question, more so when he pulled her body to him, closing every inch of space between them They’re too fragile, Pray do not pull the strings of my heart without a care All Hearts!!

I plucked my earphones in instead and pretended as if there's an emotional music playing tugging on my heart strings even though my phone's battery is dead. One, two, three, and four quiet sobs. It's such a regret that I brought no handkerchief or at least a cap that could hide my face. This is embarrassing, but I can't also help myself. It hurts a lot and the thoughts just keeps on coming back. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking about him and what happened earlier. His answers to my questions acted as million knives continuously stabbing me everywhere.

Claiming her would be for forever. " I want you to claim me fully," She moans, pulling my head closer to her neck and I cannot resist. Not when she's practically demanding me. Not when she's so sure. Not when there's nothing more that I rather do. As the tip of my sharp teeth graze the spot where I am to sink them in, a sudden harsh tug in my chest throbs painfully. It felt like a thread had been cut sharply. Torn. Ripped. My entire body went rigid beneath her. The sharp painful tug in my chest nearly knocked the air out of my lungs.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

"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?"